by Holly Hickman
Get Wise
Dusk. A full moon and an Indian paintbrush sky loomed over the Oklahoma prairie. A coyote (“kah-YOTE”) howled somewhere in the vicinity, but just for a flash. How stunningly quiet can our lives be when we remove ourselves from the hustle and flow of the daily grind. I had pulled over to the side of [...]
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by Holly Hickman
Get Wise
I’ve already told you of my unabiding love for dance and dancers: the body in motion, to me, is the most moving and purest of poetry. I also love the metaphor of dance — leaning, bending, aching, twisting and stretching into the far crevices of life. Dance, to me, symbolizes how we synchronize ourselves with [...]
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