LA, LA Land

Sticky, hot, wet feelings of fame and illusion hang heavy in the air. There is something deceptively titillating about this place. Everything shines even through the smog and grim cover it with a protective film. Maybe there is a need for things to be hidden under layers of dust. This is what protects the original dream of shinning lights and real life fantasies.

I remember looking down and seeing the city of LA burning like a bed of embers in a black void. The lights of houses, the lights of dreams, the lights of misery, the lights of mystery… they were sparks in my dead of night, sending chills through my body and soul, they made my heart stop a little.

Coming here has been a pilgrimage. Maybe even a coming of age. I always find myself in new places. I am a nomad. There is always a new experience to be had; a new place to explore. I am uncovering facets of who I am. I am finding pieces of my destiny. This place is part of my destiny.

Being here has ignited a candle that has waited patiently to burn within me. I am taking the hand of destiny and allowing myself to float away. Things will come to me. Things come to those who are willing to be brave. I am praying to be brave enough to see what’s next. I am praying to be strong enough to do what I am called to do.

The time is almost up and I will return home, I know this place will be another home in my heart….though I know gypsies never really have homes, only places that make them feel safe and alive for awhile. I’m in no rush to be anywhere. But I am anxious to get back to the things that really feed my inner being.

It’s clear to me now how much we know about our destiny if we only stand still for a few moments, silence our fears and listen to the voice within. I have known things my whole life, maybe not in their entirety, but at least as a little seed, a feeling. Now that I trust these morsel of truth, doors are opening.

I came here to be a story-teller. I’m not always sure how I will tell the story, or whose story it will be… but I trust in the wind and where it takes me. So I am standing here on the edge of something greater than we can ever know, I am spreading my arms and letting myself fall into unseen wings.

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