Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it.Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
May the stars carry your sadness away May the flowers fill your heart with beauty.May hope forever wipe away your tears, And, above all, may silence make you strong.
This weekend was incredible! Not only did one of my lovelies cousins graduate from college, but I had a very close encounter with nature_ I’ll post some grad photos later on, but for now ill share some clear views and a windy afternoon _ we’ve been land scouting it sounds funny but true_ we are not city people no matter what we do we can’t understand why we have to be caged in _ our current home is beautiful wood, green grass amazing water fountain _ but our neighborhood is very delicate we are not allowed to wash our cars ( why I don’t know) and pass 8pm we shouldn’t be making any noises , but the problem is that we are the only ones NOT making noise everybody has terrible racking noises going on which really spikes me up. Am not against noise I mean when neighbors have parties you can catch me dancing in my room along with the music _ but the fact that it’s NOT ALLOWED/RESTRICTED makes everything so hostile._ so I went to my dad’s little farm this weekend _ and spent the day scouting the land for future ( or shall I say soon to move) investment _ we found an amazing place that I really loved! With a horse included ( I know right horse included ) but it’s true we had major fun _ just sitting smelling the fresh cold air, running free, finding random things _ the starry sky was a DREAM in LA this never ever happens !!! Like I always say in LA you can’t really see stars all you see are the moon and mars and other planets. We had radiohead playing on the back which definitely sets the mood, and some random CD Ian purchased at a thrift shop a day before _ oh gosh now that I remember I did find amazing things at that shop! Clothing, home décor! It was so exiting until I found myself standing in front of a huge, massive James Dean frame _ my heart was pounding so hard, as a walk to the front desk and ask the cashier if someone would help me, she sent over a lady called Mitra, I had a five minute conversation explaining how much I loved her name_ anyways back to James Dean apparently the frame wasn’t for sale!!!! I mean if you’re not going to sale it, why display the frame in the for sale section! But putting this unfortunate event aside I had a thrilling wonderful weekend!