Dreaming of Trees ~ American Sentence Day 48 of 108

Gliding through the woods I fell in love – got off my bike and hugged some trees.

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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.

2 thoughts on “Dreaming of Trees ~ American Sentence Day 48 of 108

    1. Yes, I love it. Been doing it for a years. I have to get my hugs in – and trees are so amazing. Also, I live alone – often – I don’t get to hug any human people. Trees are people, just not human people.

      I hugged one person yesterday – it was Rachael Heart (my yogini friend and teacher)! She gave me an herbal elixer of her own design for dreams (I think she calls it Sweet Dreaming). Oh man! I dreamed deeply all night long.


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