Passing glance in the Rearview Mirror
I tried to share the sounds, the smells, the views with my friends back home. I felt excited. I felt silly. I felt vulnerable. I don’t know why this makes me feel so sad.
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Writing Prompt 174 – getting past survival
When words whisp by . . .
Read MoreThe Cemetery, Painting, Sleep and Divine Love
Walking, floating, tumbling, stumbling – and so it goes
Read Moresecond new year of the new year and a restart
When the world says “Welcome Home”
It’s been a year since I considered New York “home” again.
Read MoreI remember . . . / I don’t remember . . .
what if everything was fine?
Read MoreLet what you love inform what you love
Do your thang! You are worth it! And – the world needs your gifts right now – more than you could possibly know.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 