Beyond the pavement & dirt clogged air particles of NY
Over the mountains and meadows of the vast US
I revisit my native coast, C a l i
oakland, ca (Highway 13)
More photos to come… Here are some thought/s:
There is something so enriching about the nostalgic vibes that soar through my soul while I rest back home. In gapping walls and windows of reflection, I see into myself. More importantly, I hear the calling from the universe as a co-creator among the devine. The universe reminds me, while in California, I am grounded back to my earthy fashion. I hear bodies of water moving, and I can feel the blood streaming through my entire body. There is a magical realem I sneak off to, an explosion of infinite possiblities and growth. My health is made aware and I become as vitially important as the form of the world itself. I remember to nourish my heart with joy, my body with nutrients, and my soul with the pleasure of knowledge & surrend to the unknown.
I am reminded of the knowledge of ancient cultures, contemporary sub-cultures, and the awareness of self.