Infinite mystery

This weekend was filled with this image, I was sick, Ian was sick it was complete madness. I wanted to spend time with family and friends however this plans shattered like glass falling hard on concrete!!! The light through the window was lovely this image makes me remember so many things! Yes I do regret staying home, but it also filled me with warmth I felt home if you understand that feeling. I’ve moved several times in the last three years I’ve moved three times! It’s insane I feel like a nomad_ wait I think moving once every year makes me a nomad. Enjoy the Images below :D Wouldn’t it be nice to run free, to live your life freely , to throw away bank reconciles through the window and forget about deadlines and meetings!! Sometimes I feel like a coward , I wish I had the guts to throw away superficial so called “necessities”   but they seem to follow me. Bye!!!!!

Yesterday was full moon as wonderful and enchanting as always, I never miss a full moon I enjoy a cup of coffee and usually enjoy the company of friends or family. Unfortunately my family couldn’t make it last night but the mystery of the universe still captured my soul and the breeze of a new beginning did strike. Today the   beginning of a new moon has begun, and am ready to live it. Have a good day  

Yes this letter is dedicated to myself, this blog has been about so many different things! I reflection of my love for everything vintage, the 80’s and 90’s and also what inspires, and my utter love for nature. In this case what am about to show you does inspire me to do better to make a difference. Dear Monzerrat ( this is my middle name) I am very sad to inform you, that even though Mother Nature gives us everything people seem to forget that constantly! This small documentary am sending you isn’t probably relatable to life in California , but it definitely affects my spirit. It makes me think what can I do about it? What do you think you could do about it? for example I became a very strict vegetarian, slaughtering animals isn’t just cruel its affecting the way of life it affects the world, did you know that with the grains that are forcefully grown to feed all the animals that get slaughtered, all hungry children in the world could be fed!!! Isn’t that   amzing! Why can’t greed

The Indian has always been a lover of nature and a close observer of her many moods. The habits of the birds and animals, the voices of the winds and waters, the flickering of the shadows, and the mystic radiance of the moonlight - all appealed to him. Gradually, he formulated within himself fanciful reasons for the myriad manifestations of the Mighty Mother and her many children; and a poet by instinct, he framed odd stories with which to convey his explanations to others. And these stories were handed down from father to son, with little variation, through countless generations, until the white man slaughtered the buffalo, took to himself the open country, and left the red man little better than a beggar. But the tribal storyteller has passed, and only here and there is to be found a patriarch who loves th