If I would catch stars . . .

The last time someone tried to catch my star, I hid it high in a tree (where is would be safe) – but then forgot which tree until today, when i looked up – a hint of twinkle under rust, spinning and swirling, the center of it’s own universe where I was nothing but a speck of dust.

Woodstock, NY
January 10, 2023

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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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