Miss the plants, our house on the top of the world, our view and neighborhood, downtown, the style, the furniture, these funky, free-spirited people, the angels, the flowers and colors. Our friends. Golden Bridge. Our Kundalini Family. Our teachers. We miss LA.

Griffith Park, where we walked the dog. The Trails Cafe at the foot of Western Canyon and the lavender cookies there, the skunks, and their perfume on Lilly’s coat, Coyotes, crazy Venice Beach, shopping in Santa Monica, the veggie omelet at Urth Cafe, lunch at Le Pain Quotidien in West Hollywood near the best spiritual bookstore in town, Bodhi Tree. And dinner in the garden of Cliffs Edge in our favourite quarter Silverlake. And across the street to catch two or three scoops italian icecream at Pazzo Gelato…Miss the Malibu Beach, Pt. Dume, Topanga, Big Sur and Carmel Valley – the air and the smell at the coast. You know: Life is about collecting pretty memories and not about accumulating objects.


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