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

 lake tahoe, ca

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.