"how does that work?" I asked
"trust me" He said
There's something about traveling that makes it a little easier for my soul to pour out and write. It's been two months since I've been home in LA and the first moment that struck me with vivid inspiration for any kind of writing was a few days ago in car full of loving ladies driving through the canyons in Malibu as we held out breathe and screamed through every tunnel we passed followed by laughter from our weak lungs. Although with no inspiration to write, these moments have been so enriched... so much that sometimes I find myself so content in my room for hours without the thought of interrupting the silence with a good tune.
Renewed and recharge, this is the first time I feel content to stay and be still. Here and now.
These are some scattered moments from the last weeks;