Holly Troy ~ Sacred Folly
musings of a psychedelic ecosexual punk rock yogini and late-blooming athlete
We experienced our grief in a new way – between our teeth, on our tongues, in our bellies. We were full. Our sadness was complete.
July 11, 2017
Whenever 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 . . . )
April 22, 2012