December 24, 2011 · 9:42 am
The Native American spirit is spilling out of every adobe doorway. Even the gravel on the sidewalk is calling to my ancient wolf mother psyche. The red clay earth and the woven afghans remind me of Kingsolver’s imagery and the homesick nostalgia therein. Home as the Earth. The source that we are so far removed from and so yearning to return to.
Stone walls and houses made with hands. Hands of your family. Hands of your neighbors. Villages, or Pueblos, pieced together, wall by wall. Room by room. To accommodate a community.
Once again I am overwhelmed by a hotspot of creative inspiration; an entire city, capital city no-less, totally devoted to making and sharing art.
December 20, 2011 · 10:02 am
Utterly inspired. Honestly I came to LA expecting superficiality, skinny jeans, indie rock and egocentric superiority complexes and somehow I found something beautiful. Maybe I’m high on vitamin D. Maybe I am uncharacteristically over-emotional at the moment. Or maybe this bring-me-to-tears feeling of absolute creative inspiration is a legitimate reality. Maybe So-Cal is actually onto something… at least in a few select locations.
I am constantly in awe of how often I find myself in the right place/right time. Tonight has been no exception. I’ve found myself a private guest to a private and very special gathering honoring a truly incredible musician and featuring a few of his equally talented peers. An acoustic set in a living room overlooking the entirety of downtown Los Angeles.
California makes me high. It holds a place in my past, before a loss of innocence, before a confusing and stressful adolescence, before I ever experienced an actual winter. A golden state. Sunshine daydream, beaches, bicycles and poolside barbeques. I get so giddy when the temp stops climbing at a sublime 70 degrees and the palm trees sway at each overpass. The promise land. California. Where dreams come true. California. If not for the traffic, earthquakes and droughts I’d surely still be a California girl.
Sometimes the long and weary road seems daunting and sometimes it looks you right in the face and says, “You are on the right path, journey on. Now is the time, the time is now.”