Author: Holly Troy
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.
Let the Sunshine In ~ American Sentence Day 60 of 108
“give me love, give me light . . .” ~ George Harrison
Read Moreprimitive time travel ~ American Sentence Day 59 of 108
the best escapes require no technology
Read MoreAnother Day in the U.S.A.~ American Sentence Day 58 of 108
i cried today while my native american girlfriend reminded me the united states has a long history of kidnapping children – the difference is now it’s in our faces.
Read Moresugar and spice ~ American Sentence 57 of 108
A client called me “honey” and “babe” like she was Trump brushing dandruff off Macron’s lapel. I called her out.
Read Morewhen the mirror breaks ~ Day 56 of 108
holy other
Read MoreThis ain’t no foolin’ around! ~ American Sentence Day 55 of 108
too much busy busy busy-ness dulls the senses
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