imagination experiments of a stardust yogini
I am completely aware that the only constant in life is change, but this time, it’s staring me in the face. The lake is different. The sky is different. The owl hooting was even from a different place in the woods.
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what if everything was fine?
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Still shaking off the ashes and wiping the dust from my eyes – a slow rise for a jeweled bird.
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In the meantime, a little Jeff Tweed to color your week. The music is a sweet kind of folk/country/new americana that might make you pause for a few minutes.
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Can you see the sacred in everything? Can you see that you, yourself, are sacred? Can you also see that nothing is sacred?
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Happy Valentine’s Day, Humans.
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The somewhere between all the time in the world and no time at all.
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I wrote a letter as my future self from 2020 to my 2017 self – to be read on the Winter Solstice 2020.
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when little girls grow up
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I keep reminding myself to ask – what’s the gift? There is definitely the gift of going deep (no choice?), getting real, and looking fear and anger directly in the eye and allowing it’s expression by asking – what have you got?
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“I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through oh, oh yeah”
The Doors
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Tangent pulled from the middle of this free-write: Brunettes. I love dark boys, the dark hair, the dark skin, the pale eyes. I never thought I had a type, but looking back I see I have a thing for Mediterranean men. Darker men. I love curly hair and almond-shaped eyes. Light brown eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Oh, but dark hair and lovely sharp features.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 