imagination experiments of a stardust yogini
Born on a Thursday #12 Water Moon/Earth Sun Eclipse It’s all around now, blooming in the air, spores, hanging like fruit, like gnats. Exhale— dandelion. Make a wish. Slow drip swallowed. Clay and cellulose — news of plumes. A coughing of black blossoms.
Read MoreWhenever I get ready to move, I go through my writing. I think it’s a response to moving to the unknown. (I start writing more, too—perhaps a good strategy to keep myself writing regularly is to habitually experience new things . . . )
Read MoreBeing who you truly are may sound like a tall order, and for many of us it is. We have spent our lives bending to the will of institutions that are proving to no longer work for us. We are bombarded daily with images of how we are “supposed” to be, what we’re “supposed” to look like, “supposed” to wear, eat, drink and be attracted to. The news glorifies fear, violence, and chaos rather than love, peace, and creativity. Basically, the message is that we need to conform, and if we don’t, we’re doomed.
Read MoreBrownies, Girl Scouts, youth groups, teachers, my junior high principal. It always seemed like wherever there were kids; at least a few of the adults were “off”.
30 years later, my younger sister said she quit playing violin because Mr. Ross would feel her up during lessons.
Read MoreSometimes I feel like really leaving – like going to India or Spain or Brazil or Greece – just going and not coming back, not to this country. Sometimes I feel like an ex-pat and I haven’t even left. Must have been my stint in Corporate America – if that is the America most people experience, oooh, give me a barista job any day. Talk to artists and writers all day, and then go be one myself.
Read MoreI’m expecting a spaceship to pop into view any moment; I only need to pull the strings in my mind to see it.
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I will miss the red orange glow of sunset, long purple shadows and turtle doves and rabbits, the smell of creosote and orange blossoms, I will miss looking up at the sky and seeing a million stars.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 