Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I'M GRATEFUL FOR ...................

green juice, cafe gratitude, life food organic, golden bridge, yoga, tantra, psalm isadora, taylor, n.om again.. skyler, crystals, dolphins, jai zeta, my mommy, juicy, Facebook and gmail, airplanes, kindkreme, beautiful art, kind people, smiles, sunshine, the mountains in los angeles, my friends who love me and listen to me, christopher witecki, soulgarden, rudy, her laugh, the gate slamming, bhakti fest, n.om, creativity, osho, ram dass, healthy chakras, brilliant people, kind people, smiling, dogs, babies, amazing conversations, sunshine, sex, beautiful hair, art, expression, pure barre, ryan heffington, dance, lucent dossier, burning man, lightining in a bottle, lyndsey, marty… lsd & amazing beautiful high vibe mushroom chocolates, amazing wine, mini coopers, well designed type work, beautiful cars, beautiful nature, nature, sunshine, sky, clouds, trees, the park in hollywood, shannon…. kombucha 2000… erewhon, healthy roads, learning and loving our "mistakes", natalie, jerry park, rosie…black hair dye….me. the universe. god, krishna, jesus, buddha, crystals, every-thing.

with love, natalia

Saturday, August 13, 2011

mallorca, spain / hossegor, south of france


written on a napkin in an italian restaurant in Paris, waiting for the rain to submit.

You, that flows within my inner sphere,
to knock me down & search around, with care
Do I squander the moments that redefine my mirth?
am I searching, nothing,
fondling the Earth...?

i've truly been enjoying my journey through Europe - to stop and reflect is really why I feel I manifested this trip. When i'm home in Los Angeles, I am always going, here I have allowed myself an opportunity to slow down my pace a little bit and observe. Not just everything around me, but to really observe mySelf: what I want, who I am and how I fit into (or don't;) to this big, mad, beautiful world I chose to live in...

someday, somewhere, anywhere, here, there:

"Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself,
and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life."
— Pablo Neruda