About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
Monday, September 28, 2009
Steps
Today, as I walked down the hallway to my office, it appeared as if a green step illuminated before me. As I would step on each particle of green limestone, I saw the step, yet, it would disappear after I stepped on it. It was my choice to follow each step. As I turned to go into my office, full of my paintings, suddenly, they turned red. The steps no longer disappeared, only became brighter as if I were stepping into myself. Becoming. Becoming a part of the passion. Becoming whole. Becoming one. Becoming me.
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