everybody gotta have a least one
secret hiding place
where i go to meditate, sing, and paint
i want this place to stay secret
(or at least stay known to only the folks that know it)
but i wanted to show a few flix frm my last trip
Something got lost in translation when we built cement all over mother nature, now we can only get a glimpse of a gem when we pump gas into a four wheeled robot and "go camping" i love this life, this time, this mind, this sprit, but sometimes a pieces of me wishes i was born in a land or a time where i could wake up to trees rooted in the ground surrounding me, or the ocean, or natural sound of the creek water. My secret hiding place has a lil pinch of nature and (HELLA) graffiti ----> so im set for life with inspiration....this place is some kind of amazing...
Por Favor - Merci Bou Coup ----> Shhhhh if you know where it is keep it a secret. Evertime i go back i find for cigaret butts and broken bottles and trash...The older i get the more it pains me to see folks littering the earth - for it either to kills an animal or just gross to look at, from working with the organization Community Rejuvenation Project - I have more pride in cleaning up my community and painting because I see how it makes others take pride in their community and overall improve the energy and scenary of the space.
