My wife and I spent the last week heading up the Pacific Coast on Highway 101. The drive is everything I'd ever heard about and more than that. Pacific Ocean, rocks of all shapes and sizes, and the biggest dang trees that I've ever seen. Redwoods. California Redwoods. Redwoods National Forest and great Caesar's toothpicks, what a sight to behold. Old and ancient tall and proud and the trees will speak to you IF you've a mind to quiet yourself and listen. Amazing. We drove up to Crescent City, California for a bucket list vacation and off the grid we went. No "devices" no television no radio no nothing but bare necessities to bucket list vacation the way a bucket list vacation is meant to be. We got pictures and some of which I'll share later. Or I'll fuck with the images and see what I can get. I sat at the edge of the Pacific Ocean and I became empty. The quietness was astounding. The peace was a thing I've never been able to achieve at any previous time in my rather lengthy sojourn around our Planet Earth. I discovered that all this time I thought the only way to enlightenment was through the use of drugs. Psychedelic drugs. Well turns out that's about some bullshit no doubt. I met and touched the Cosmic Mind and ... wow ... I had no idea. More will screed its way out as days roll along and we sing songs of peace and tranquility. Now for Tuesday machine art.
darkly -
fancy -
lazarus -
welcome -
shyster -
homer -
horizo -
bend -
what the French did to that le pen lady is exactly what should have been done with trump and America. 😏
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