Deep in the hills of Malibu Canyon, among the rocks and brush, there is a sign – a landmark.
An invitation.
I want to extend it to you, reader.
It is increasingly obvious that the current state of life has amplified the stress and anxiety that was already present within many of us.
For most, if not all – amidst the endless chatter and sensationalist headlines – our main goal, a simple goal, is to breathe fresh air.
It is difficult to come by those quiet moments these days. At least, it is for me. You would think that unlikely considering we are all home.
The silence, however, can sometimes be the loudest in the room.
Deep within all of us, I believe there is sorrow.
And hope.
There is also a need for balance; for remembrance; for appreciation; for self-understanding; and for growth.
These psychological frailties have been a plague among us, and many still continue to suffer – some worse than they have ever been.
Where do you go when you are lost?
Some remain in place, afraid to make matters worse. Others seek help, but – without a guide – detour further from the trail and find themselves in the thorns.
American painter and teacher Robert Henri wrote, “There are moments in our lives, there are moments in a day, when we seem to see beyond the usual. Such are the moments of our greatest happiness. Such are the moments of our greatest wisdom. If one could but recall [their] vision by some sort of sign. It was in this hope that the arts were invented. Sign-posts on the way to what may be. Sign-posts toward greater knowledge.”
For those who have read this and felt seen, I have created for you a special resource: an art exhibit.
Deep in the hills, there is a series of landmarks intended to guide you on a path toward balance; toward growth; toward self-understanding.
Be warned, however – you will not find yourself on this journey, for it is impossible to traverse those depths.
My only hope is that you feel released from the shackles of isolation and despair.
Free.
Where are we heading? What is the plan? What is the end game for all of this?
These questions have undoubtedly entered our heads at some point during the past year.
But who will we become? It is my firm belief that we can never answer this question.
What we can do, however, is find our bearing before the journey begins.
Deep in the hills, there is a sign. Where does it lead?
Fresh air.
