As I was cycling home, I realized that there are a lot of people who were pivotal in (saving) my life during that time (the 90s) in New York – and so many of those people who were important to my development as a writer and artist and loving human being, I will never see again. There I was, pedaling slowly up the mesa, into the sunset, with cars flying past me and tears streaming down my face.
I felt awake, and more alive than I have felt in a long while.
“Application, discipline, focus, repetition . . .” I am entering a phase of this type of focus. I might add that it begins with “desire”. Once the desire is recognized, the rest is a whole lot easier (otherwise it’s can be a spastic go-round and round on the hamster wheel of life).
The Meat Puppets blew me away – perfectly psychedelic with a little country and punk rock thrown in (or maybe they were perfectly punk rock country with a little psychedelic thrown in – they were just WOW). I haven’t been so happy at a show in a long time! I could not have thought of better energy to bring into my life on Samhain. Yes.
Does balance dull things? Hmmm. Skimming the surface is not how I like to play, I like to dive deep and long. Maybe my balance is the cold mountain air!
What’s the best thing to do when you can barely think and the weather is crappy and you’re visiting your mom who is a smoker and you are not? Look through boxes of stuff to see what you can find. I’ve been looking for two things mainly — old vocal exercise tapes with my coach Don Lawrence and videos of my performances. I found neither of those things. I did find one box with artwork and journals that have moldered and mice have made nests of, LPs that Chewie the pet rabbit has been snacking on, and, (redemption!) photos that are in pristine condition of my band The Halfbreeds!
holly troy ~ sacred folly 