From one city of angels to a land filled with nature’s light angles. Each moment captured as pens drafted the heart’s captures observing the moments unfolding. A year around the sun, with a mind filled with light and love, even as the World’s vibration is torn by war. A year of self reflection as I sought o deeper understand humanity. Did humanity learn to dwell within each moment, without allowing darkness to fill the spaces where each self breathes and all light plays?

Unexpected, dreamt about, though the answers seemed so complicated, it is always easy to dream, but fellow humans do we ever have an unbranded collective dream?

As I explored, I found the peace places amongst the chaos, under the haze of smog as I walked through cement mazes, nature always found a way to provide faith and peace a shelter. In the places where holes of darkness past humanities made, lingered in all directions, I mindfully crossed the paths of false stars, ones that folded. Could they have been crystals, surfaces to see through the images of our collective, an object to be gazed at and not idolized?

Our coping ways, ignoring the grim scenes of our makings. So many of us humans, if not a majority, all skipping through the scenes on fast forward, but we’re lost amongst the smoke screens, we’re not joyfully dancing as one. Seems we will never unravel the ball of yarn that made us this way, more and more reliant on machines that copy our human brains, producing quicker and quicker than the ancient times that built our collective Mother. Money driven and material living…will we as a whole ever be able to live another way? Across the nation, the landscapes time has made, we observe in awe, Her power the only vibration that in all ways stays, but so quick we are to mold and shape that priceless time that pasts beyond our lines of generations shaped. We remain blind to those timeless ways of nature’s present living, we’re dreaming of reigning Her power, but lost the instructions to our individual inner powers—those powers allowing us to connect with Her, to breathe, to move. Is it possible to release our bond from the hues of man left behind from past centuries? Are we all able to step from these concrete, faux shrines of greatness and develop our inner greatnesses? I’ve been off writing, seeking the how to our collectively utilizing Her power properly and efficiently, seems so easy, if our collective values were different.

Whether the weather of our moods change, or the days continue without light rays…we’re all breathing and dancing each day, no mind on where the tunes began to wave. Racing to work daze, reliant on outer cultures to show us the way, our society and its potential is the inspiration that pushes my heart to spider map new ways. A plan for placing stepping stones, new paths to evolve our human race beyond the humans’ race. From walking on those man made stars, to standing in awe observing the celestial’s reflection…this year has been a transformation.

Written with molded metals, on paper pulped from nature’s materials…the particles which we human constantly seek to dominate as we race, it’s been an observer year. A year of inner and outward deep personal changes and spiritual awakenings. As around us all, the thin sphere of joy that was there crumbled, yet we as a collective continued to play the man made games through which we see such a mockery of the people. Hope-full turned faith filled, and with that I continue the mission. Nature’s is on our side, connection to Her is our instruction manual to move forward. As a writer and a creator it’s never felt this heavy, our human living with nature conversation, and such a responsibility.

These city scenes, a decade plus, should I have forever remained, living as an observer to the seemingly complex top down systems that are actually quite simple compared to nature’s effortlessly flowing equations? The shades from the spotlights story telling leaves on humanity can be viewed through two different worlds, one doom and gloom and one inspired to bloom. Following the heart, I gave way for a new place to stay, enough of witnessing the reality of the grim city scenes humans are drawn to worldwide. I sought freedom, gave up the free dumb, took the path to continue observation of new ways of living. Is this the way? Escaping the place where my youth grew roots and the passion found its branches to sway? Sparkles of brightness, in-visible flashlights on the corners of my life’s play. The lessons, now packed in bound pages, the heART imprints left as footprints of confirmation.

Captured on heart and digital frames with the pages of swirls, unpredictable moments, forcing growth through cement. Still…sitting with nature…reminded again and again…us humans could never craft such elegance that lives effortlessly in nature’s arrangements. It was time to become a witness to natural solutions and her effortless waves that flow in all directions.

From colors bringing tears of joy in parking lots with helicopter and siren noise…to now tears of joy amongst towering redwoods and bubbling creeks with a stump or stones for seats. A moment screaming back to nature, I Am Awake? The lightbulb flashing, bringing on entirely new seeing perspectives. No words can shape the visuals, the frames capture the movements and life changes, but no capture will ever contain the energy of full body sense impression like being with nature and having your own moment. The ripples that take over our bodies when experiencing nature’s “…stop and enJOY for a moment…” whisperings, is unmatched. Maybe if each experienced it, across society we could have deeper and more meaningful conversations and connections with one another.

Why is it that we gaze to man made, only prioritizing nature as our weekend get away? Silly it feels being a witness to observing humanity at play. So many seem ok with how we’re rocking and rolling through bomb waves and headlines games, it’s a shame we can’t hit reset globally and start over on this game. Are we too ashamed, seeing it as a failing if we change, or the profits have dominated and the resources sought after are no longer free, the branded on Earth company name seeks to be compensated…so we’ll never be able to change?

A year to remember, 40. Onwards my heart travels. Now amongst some of our planet’s greatest…forests and oceans, these spaces where connection heals and healing builds new connections to an inner self, to humanity’s collective self…to the planet and all that’s around it. It is up to us, the ones alive and off all ways to-daying…to each individually, develop and evolve our conversations. With our interactions amongst one another, to the vibrations and conversations with nature, to our conversations with inner vibrations. When do we uncover our hidden sensations and travel deeper with our man made game instructions? Is it easier to live in coalition and discard these values placed on competition? Hard to experience it if we’re never looking at the possibility of it…towards a forward progress direction.

…in all ways, my heART says speak. Women around the World stretching upwards with torches to light the path towards care, nurture, compassion…through our connections with nature, will we there find the answers and be able to work with out director’s strings above our heads, breaking the chains? Sitting as a still witness, taking in the worlds of our planet, all drastically different, but working all in coalition. From the elements, to the particles, to the plants and around the entire planet, all living in flow and all ways experiencing growth.

To another year around the Sun, one filled with lightbulbs and flashlights that allow us all to mature and grow, our collective and each individual one.