I an so happy and honored that I was invited to join Ellen and Liz of The First Move to be a part of their Peace Manadala Ceremony for International Peace Day.
I can tell you I miss talking – and talking about intentions and spiritual work and community in sacred space – it’s been a long while. A beautiful group of women showed up intending for more peace in the world. Some of us are going to go to Los Angeles in November to get down with Marianne Williamson and Sister Giant.
I have a studio there that will serve as an art studio, another room that will serve as my reiki studio and my tarot reading room, and, a gallery.
I live really close to the Heard Museum, the Phoenix Art Museum, and the Phoenix Center for the Arts. I’m looking forward to connecting with artists and teachers and volunteering and taking classes – just being active in the arts with other creative people.
My place! I love it! I love the courtyard, I have some cool neighbors, a swimming pool and a hot tub, and a patio!
Of course – my man and Seraphina.
Not driving over 100 miles a day to get back and forth to work. My situation right now is incredibly unsustainable. In fact – I am focusing on walking and/or biking distance.
A bedroom and a bathroom of my own. A door to close.
My own bed!
The chance to make more money.
The possibility of starting a band!
Fun places to rock my new haircut. (I know, sounds silly, but, I really like places that have ambience and style . . . )
The possibility of restarting grad school
I didn’t bring enough warm clothes with my this week! Wish me luck on my job hunt . . . I’d like to start grooving in Phoenix full-time – though I have had an interesting discussion tonight with my friend Linda and an Apache history lesson (which will resume tomorrow).
I went for a stroll tonight—the weather is gorgeous, breezy and not that hot. I’ll be heading north tomorrow to go back to work. (I’d really like to call a place home—send me good vibes on the job front here in Phoenix. I need work here so I can eat and pay rent while I am in one place long enough to set up practice and to make art. Currently I drive to Flagstaff to work at NAU while I am staying in Camp Verde—I try not to think about it too much, otherwise, it wears on my psyche. Yoga and healing arts and creative work is all sort of halted—except for this, I suppose . . . )
Photos of some of Matagi’s jewelry that I took on my cell phone today. Matagi went up to Flagstaff to meet some friends and clients. These might be gone by the end of the weekend. These new pieces are intense. Matagi has no earth in his astrological chart. It makes sense that he works with […]
I imagine the little fish in my soup squirming in my mouth, the crunch of their bones. I run back to the house. I look in my soup. One of the fish is gone. I fish the remaining one out – and drop it in a bowl of water. It’s little mouth is gasping. I saved it! – I think. No, I killed it – I think – it is alive but now partially cooked.
Tonight our new neighbor upstairs had a gathering at her place and then a group of us went over to the Phoenix Arts Center and looked at ceramics and glass and paintings. We met the director and a few teachers. I think I want to take a pinting class just to be in that atmosphere. And do some life drawing. I need to just draw.
holly troy ~ sacred folly 