Number Nine

Born on a Thursday #9

Fannie 4-4-13
My protectress! “Come out and play, Holly!”

I have been quite sad for some time—I was going to say lately, but that would not be true—it really has been some time, more time than I care to admit—and I have been finding it hard to create. There is one realization after another and they are just hard—and I’m freakin’ tired.

Still, it’s Thursday (Jupiter’s Day), the day I was born, and I get the chance to step out of my everyday life and remember—I’m ALIVE!—while I dog/house sit for some dear friends in Scottsdale.

Tonight the air feels good on my skin, there is a slight breeze carrying the sweet bouquet of orange blossoms. I am sitting in a chair by the pool and I can smell moisture on clay. (Moisture in the desert is one of my favorite smells—akin to the smell of cold on a still-warm autumn day).

I am outside on one of those magical nights—the pre-dawn of summer pressing down on the valley.

I am grateful for the quiet tonight, the peace, the respite from overcooked relationship analysis, the ability to let go of self-consciousness, the night air, the two sweet dogs who will guard my door while I sleep. I am grateful to have this time and this beauty for the next few days—a small escape, and (I hope), a recalibration—life has been uncomfortable.

Though I don’t know exactly where I will be landing, I will be leaving here (Phoenix). It’s been difficult to make a decision, all that I know is, I’m putting one foot in front of the other.

I will leave you with some favorite images from the week:

on the inside . . .

heart of glass
heart of glass

on the outside . . .

cream on rust
cream on rust

Om shanti!

Thanks for reading.

Holly

2 thoughts on “Number Nine

  1. Thanks for sharing Holly! Your writing and images are always so authentic and beautiful. And I’m glad that are able to stay in gratitude through this challenging time!
    Love you so much,
    G

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