Dream – Driving

creative non-fiction, dream, fragments, free-write, photograph, relationships, 7 Comments

I try to come home. Mom says – no.

Shadows. Light. Shadow. Light flicker. Flash. Pass.

Pass.

Telling people – I miss them.

I miss them.

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February 7, 2023
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.

7 thoughts on “Dream – Driving”

    1. Was a long time ago Mom said no. I was nudged out of the nest a wee bit young (14) – home has always been a strange elusive thing. And I dreamed about it last night. I wrote what I wrote about the dream in a half-wake state.

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    2. I do have a place where I’m staying right now. In Brooklyn. I feel very comfortable doing whatever I like here, so that feels like home.

      Really though I think home consists of community and music and laughter and creativity. So I’m still building home, or rebuilding home. The place I am staying is temporary, and that’s OK.

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