Holly B.F. Warren Artist -Mind Wanderer- Writer Optimist

Category: reflection

  • The Irony of Calm

    Can we calm up?Does it need flaring down? There is a distinct, sharp irony in the phrase Calm down.It arrives not as a life-preserver but as an anchor dropped directly onto a drowning soul. In the theater of high emotion, hearing those two words is like watching someone pull a heavy curtain shut, willfully becoming…

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  • When Wings Turn into Stone

    The Atlantic coast speaks in a language of tides and time. Walking along the shore, I stumbled upon these magnificent rock layers, a sudden geology of feathers frozen in mid-flight. I looked up, searching the sky for seagulls, and found a solitary bird gliding effortlessly just above these massive, breathless formations. The contrast was a…

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  • The Recipe for Action.

    Whim and Wit. Fulfillment is a lot like sourdough: it’s temperamental, requires constant feeding, and if you ignore it for a week, it starts to smell a bit funky. To get the texture just right, we’re upgrading the pantry. Instructions 1. The Honesty ReductionIn a heavy-bottomed pot, simmer your Honesty until the “performative nonsense” evaporates.…

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  • The Pond

    What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? We have built a monument to the end of movement. In this grey expanse, the horizon is not a line of possibility but a wall of wet wool and weary shoulders. Here, the very concept of a path has been erased by the…

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