I had another 4:30 am “I am awake” bout. Usually I torture myself  – “I should get up! meditate! Make art! no! I need sleep! I need sleep!”

This morning, I didn’t get up, I thought about Terry Hall for two hours – or however long it took me to fall back to sleep. I thought about how his music understatedly shaped my life. I thought about how important music was to me as a teenager, and his songs were there in the background, like a long movie track. He was not much older than me. He was very young when his songs hit, and he had important things to say. And those songs are still relevant today.

Even though I never met Terry Hall, through his music, he was a friend. RIP Terry Hall.

And I heard his music as I fell back to sleep.

Fuck! Just make your fucking art. Whatever it is. No matter how young or old you are.

We don’t know how much time we have.

The Star Card says follow your creative flow and it will never dry up. That little bird in the background, that little bird lives to sing in your ear. And your inner being that shines like a star can be a beacon of hope for someone else. Being creative is not a selfish thing. You are here to shine.

Peace,

Holly

December 28, 2022
Woodstock, NY