
View from my first apartment in Santa Monica, blissed out on Ocean Avenue
When I moved to LA it’s true I moved “for a job” but really I moved to live and surf in Santa Monica. I lived on Ocean Avenue, beach front and I loved living by the water, Main St. and taking the Pacific Coast Highway then Topanga Canyon to work (my commute was all of sudden a million times more beautiful than ANY I had before). Before, anytime I wanted to surf I had to make some big Latin American vacation out of it so I was very appreciative of the new proximity. Despite the earthquakes, mudslides, and fires California will never cease to captivate me with its terrain. Only out of so much catastrophe can come such intense natural landscapes. Many of my memories come back to me in scenic images, colors of sky, shape of rock, sunlight through the blinds, where the water meets the ocean. For some reason there is a clarity to my visceral surroundings and the way they return conveys more to me emotionally than say a recollection of a conversation. I could probably write a book of just descriptions of places… I’m really very grateful that somehow my life worked out so that for a time I was able to wake up and go to sleep right next to the Pacific Ocean whose waves I could hear outside my window. To remember the purpose that drove me to California as I leave ends it all on such a high, happy and invigorating note.
Spent the past weekend by the beach. On Saturday I finished off with a sunset dinner at Pico 1 with my cousin where he gave me the best advice! It’s always good when a conversation is full of laughter I think… Cheerfulness and humor are really such blessed traits. To come from a place of love, into the world, is such good luck — some mystic combination of karma, grace, and knowing every passing moment is another chance to turn it all around.








Tower 22, the lifeguard tower right in front of my 1st home in California
Observing my daughter at the beach is incredible, she is so in love with the ocean, so comfortable with the water. She runs towards it as soon as we get to the beach and she wanted so badly to go swimming. It’s utterly California baby of her to be so comfortable with the immensity of the ocean and I hope she keeps that part of California with her forever, no matter where she is.
Up next, goodbye Silverlake, Topanga, and Malibu!
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