the inner garden blog

valentine's day miami

being naughty

the love artist delivers post detox chocolates to the ranch hands on her way out of town

in the kitchen

to begin with, it is like every cliche you might think of in southern california, in a cultish, new age kind of way: ranches out among the big rocks, hot tubs under the stars, everyone hanging out naked half the time, the other half in the lotus position but . . . not really . . the folks out here at liberty advance work really hard, tending to the land & the temple(s) of love & bringing that love to the world

it's kind of more like a cross between that (what i just described) & even cowgirls get the blues & an amma devi bhava & some kind of boot camp of transmutation, kinda gonzo meta-hippy, kinda really sexy, major in a heartbreaking (open) love factor & throw in a handful of semi-lost, now becoming found, souls hell bent on finding the way through the practice of hard physical labor, rigorous spirituality, commitment to themselves

& did i say love

oh yeah, & then throw on top of that, me in the kitchen in a little apron w/ giorgio, mixing up my wacky blended green detox diet with a little kim chee or maybe some papaya on top, kinda like some primal jungle italian mama gone new millenium homesteader

it's a rigorous schedule, blending for the masses but somehow it has become the most primal love performance, setting up a gravitational pull that even the most whiny cowboy is having a hard time resisting

& the stars are so beautiful, i can't say it enough

desert dawn

liberty advance, boulevard, california