wind at my back

creak and sway

Trees Speak Wind Driven / So do we iron blooded / As invisibly.

by Timothy McCown Reynolds in response to:

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February 22, 2025
Hudson Valley, New York

image: sunbeams and moonrays © Holly Troy 2025


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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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