Born on a Thursday #28 – Fumbling Toward Grace

This week has been emotionally stimulating and challenging. All the while I keep trying to remain open, no matter how scary that feels, and how awkward I feel in general.

roundabout (c) 2013 Holly TroySigns of autumn’s impending arrival. The wheel goes round again.

Though this happens every year, the shifting feels abrupt. I welcome the fall while embracing every bit of summer that I can. Opening my arms to change with my eyes wide and my heart beating fast.

leaning against hope (c) 2013 Holly Troy

Alive.

Om Namah Shivaya.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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