holding on with open fingers

catching beauty

This morning I awoke with a deep question in my mind. I thought, wow, this is good, this is important, this is profound. I should write this down. 

I remember lying on my back and reaching my arms up in the air, rubbing them, rubbing the question into my arms. And I remembered how much I am grateful for my arms, how I am grateful I can lift my arms, and how much I love my arms – so I said, “I love you. I love you arms. I love you.” 

And just like that, I forgot the question.

Before I realized the question was forgotten, I was humming a song. Mmm, ah huh, hum.

I wondered – “Where did this beautiful song come from? It’s so clear and warm . . . oh!” 

I heard it the other day. A friend wrote it and shared it with me.

A small treasure floating in the air. A melody settling in.

December 17, 2022
Brooklyn, NY

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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.

One thought on “holding on with open fingers

  1. So many questions forgotten. Nice you pulled the melody out of the air and brought it back to mind. One of my flamenco guitar teachers believed that Bulerías was always playing in the air around us, and you simply joined in with the eternal rhythm when you played it. That is probably the case for all rhythms and melodies.

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