Wednesday, September 7, 2011

The Commute

On the bus ride home to NJ from NYC.
Sometimes, I get to catch the Sun setting from the NJ Turnpike.
The orange glow stains everything. It leaves a warm soft touch.
Like sepiafying real life. Though, I'm sure sepiafying is not a word.
Even the black and white film picked up on the softness of the moment.

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In search of myself, I flew across the country from New Jersey to Los Angeles. The universe brought me to the gates of an Ashram on top of a mountain. The mother center of Self Realization Fellowship in Mount Washington, CA. One week later I am employed as a tree pruner and gardener at the mother center. The path to finding oneself is a peculiar one. This is a record of my spiritual observations through nature and life while employed as an Ashram Gardener.