A place like this

I used to drive in my sports car, inch-by-inch, on the 405 freeway, dreaming of a place like this. Where space for body and soul could regain their breath and dignity. The benefits of my Spectrum gym membership did notcompletely satisfy. Although my routine was rigorous and ritual-like, something always went missing. 



As a child, I knew such places as the one in this photograph. But as time and I moved on, so did those memories, repressed and rerouted into a fragile recess in my brain. 

God works in mysterious ways, however. Hardships, have a peculiar way of returning us to our innocence, our origins, before the beginning.

There is no reason for these eyeballs to run and hide anymore like in a cartoon, from monsters of misunderstanding, misdeeds, mistrust or constipated minds and traffic jams. The earth that I have plowed and the road that I have turned has shown me that the tick of each moment can only move forward with bright and loving eyes. For they are the activators of destiny. For they receive and project each and every ideation. Whether you are cooking a simple meal or picking berries on the side of a road, loving eyes will turn burnt ones beautiful and sour ones sweet.

So, tomorrow is not to be feared, yesterday can be fruitful and today is to be cherished. These are the images and realizations I have happily come to share.

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