The family dog, Stoney, loves it, too. I’ve been walking him a lot lately – he’s been helping me heal my nerves and my heart. He reminds me to slow down and look at the light of the setting sun on the prairie grasses. He knows exactly where to stop and find something to smell so I can look at my surroundings more closely. Resin is pouring out of the bark of some pine trees along our walk. Trees are starting to wake up!
I have known Holly Troy for several years, and have always loved her Energy. She suggested I write a post to officially introduce myself to the group, and here it is.
I have participated in “Writing the Energetic Body” only once before, and I AM beyond happy, excited and thankful that the opportunity has been presented to me, yet again.
My first experience with “W. E. B.” was incredibly powerful. I learned more about myself, and experienced Healing Shifts in many areas, including but not limited to: physical, emotional, sexual, Spiritual, Psychic, financial, and romantic.
I’m making all new videos with new exercises for this course session, plus my prompts are expanding as my point of view expands. I have been doing intense chakra work along with moon cycle work with my creative/writing partner Sydney Francis since October. The exploration can be very deep and profound. I am definitely a different person than I was in October!
Mixed signals describes my week. Despite confusion, much creativity in the air. Was very focused on preparing for my upcoming Writing the Energetic Body seminar yesterday – so I didn’t get a chance to post this ’til now. Mixed Signals by Youth Gone Mad, from the West East album. I wish they had an official […]
“For small beings such as we, the vastness is only bearable through love.” ~ Carl Sagan “Love asks us that we be a little braver than is comfortable, a little more generous, a little more flexible. It means living on the edge more than we care to.” ~ Norman Mailer “Whether or not you believe […]
As I was cycling home, I realized that there are a lot of people who were pivotal in (saving) my life during that time (the 90s) in New York – and so many of those people who were important to my development as a writer and artist and loving human being, I will never see again. There I was, pedaling slowly up the mesa, into the sunset, with cars flying past me and tears streaming down my face.
I felt awake, and more alive than I have felt in a long while.
holly troy ~ sacred folly 