Entry 1: A Beginning

October 25, 2025

I grew up in the wilds of the Rocky Mountains, my bedroom window looked out over the majestic Pikes Peak Mountain, and the first time I felt a spiritual presence was when I was on a playground and a bird who was perched on the fence near me, flew away and left behind a delicate feather.

I was raised to be a poet and an artist. Poems by Mary Oliver and Emily Dickinson were kept inside the pockets of my white eyelet pillow case as I dreamed of someday sharing my words with the world. I recently read that Mary Oliver would hide pencils in the grooves of trees on her favorite walking trails for the moments a poem found her. So when I visit my favorite local trail and the birds, the wind, the waves, or the tree speak… I write.

This journal and these words are written to you as you deconstruct your own religious experiences and attempt to rebuild your own way of understanding this world. May these entries serve as an inspiration or as a moment of grounding. Or may these entries serve as an invitation to find wonder and magic again in the extraordinary things in this world.

I am not committing to a regular timeline of sharing, rather, unexpected offerings birthed out of this heart in love with the sacred in every wild thing and daring to hope for healing for all in a world that is heavy… and yet still, so full of wonder.

I hope that if you choose to follow along, you will experience friendship, solidarity, and maybe even some magic.

with love & light,
Holly

Photo Description: Myself (in blue) and my little sister picking cherries from a tree in our Colorado backyard.