Dreaming of Trees ~ American Sentence Day 48 of 108
I was thinking about hugging trees all day – couldn’t wait to get out of work to get into the woods.
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Sometimes the Moment: 108 Days of American Sentence – 23
i love gifts of twilight
Read Moreincarnation manifestation – root wisdom
Love yourself. Love your body. Love Mama Earth. Love one another. Love. Remain in your body, meet the world in Love.
What do you want to make real? You have the right to be here – what do you want to do with your physical time on the planet?
Read MoreHaving a Place
I came across this essay while pulling a manuscript together. It was written in the spring of 2009. I’ve left Flagstaff and come back twice since then. I love this place – and since I ride my bicycle almost everywhere I go, my relationship to Flagstaff has changed from when I drove everywhere. I’ve slowed […]
Read MoreVillanelle – Pressing Against Chaos
Wish I Were the Earth Wish I were the earth could open my mouth and swallow the blur. Turn a wail to a purr in my warm dark house if I were the earth. A natural re-birth on deep stable ground if I could swallow the blur. Wouldn’t leave me to murmur my pain in […]
Read MoreFree-Write Intro to My Writing the Energetic Body: Pisces 2014 Class
The family dog, Stoney, loves it, too. I’ve been walking him a lot lately – he’s been helping me heal my nerves and my heart. He reminds me to slow down and look at the light of the setting sun on the prairie grasses. He knows exactly where to stop and find something to smell so I can look at my surroundings more closely. Resin is pouring out of the bark of some pine trees along our walk. Trees are starting to wake up!
Read MoreBorn on a Thursday #47 – awake, alive
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.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 