things I didn’t know I loved

I didn’t know I loved the way my grandmother’s voice would rise when she got irritated, which was often; or how she would tell me I didn’t know shit and then tell me what I ought to know even though she didn’t know what I knew.

I didn’t know I loved the way Grandpa was so proud of his organic tomatoes, how he’d make a fuss about them being home grown—better than store bought.

I didn’t know I loved my first bicycle, with it’s banana seat and high hog handlebars, purple metallic paint and orange flag.

I didn’t know I loved the way my brother fussed over my bike like it was his own.

© November 26, 2002

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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