Perhaps it is the aftermath of the full moon. This morning is so full of life, so full of energy. Everything is absolutely perfect. The intensity of the life force. Happiness in nothingness. Who knows. A friend in another state is experiencing extreme lightning. We, on the other hand, appear to be preparing for the storm. Crispness in the air. Change of seasons. It is divine.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…
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Morning
Perhaps it is the aftermath of the full moon. This morning is so full of life, so full of energy. Everything is absolutely perfect. The intensity of the life force. Happiness in nothingness. Who knows. A friend in another state is experiencing extreme lightning. We, on the other hand, appear to be preparing for the storm. Crispness in the air. Change of seasons. It is divine.
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