fleeting shimmers of home

July 11, 2020 – post

I was missing home while living in Northern Arizona. Fifteen years there and I still didn’t feel home – the closest I came was solitude and loneliness in the forest. And yet, home is where I connect, create, invent, and play. I never quite found it. 
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fireflower @ holly Troy 2022Mountain forest flowers! Delicate fiery spikes, dazzled by the cool heat of impossibly colored brilliance.
solitude and loneliness in the walks / in the rides / in the forest. Been feeling nostalgia and homesickness for NYC – the blocks, the buildings, the languid rush of contagious creativity, conversation, music, art, human diversity, cafes, coffee. Sidewalks. The search for the tiniest beauty, beauty in decay, in small kindnesses, community, neighborhood, ideas, ideas, ideas, the corners, Korean green grocer produce stand, hello, hi there, a wave, a smile, epic errand adventure, nice to see you, see you on Thursday, poetry project, gotta write that down, just saw Patti Smith on Ave B – she smiled – we smiled, I feel blessed, remember Allen Ginsberg St Mark’s Church, Good to see you, yeah yeah yeah, gotta write that down, gotta go, workin’ on a song, see you Thursday – maybe before, maybe we’ll do sushi, too. Takahachi?
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July 11, 2022
Elizaville, New Yok

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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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