SWARTHOS

The buildings sending out their frequency, the universal language of energy.

The late afternoon in LA is my sanctuary, my cocoon. I’m sitting in a little cafe, typing another post for my blog. The sunlight reflects off the buildings and the sound of cars roaring by is the only noise. I love this place, the vibrancy of life seemingly contained in the four walls of this little cafe.

I’m writing too many, too soon, but how can I not? The inspiration is here, now. I know if I don’t take this opportunity to type and create, I’ll miss out and it’ll be lost forever. I know I’m at my best when my fingers start working the keyboard. No pen and paper for me. No thought out structure. Just taking it one key at a time, and living in the moment. This is my conduit and catalyst for creativity.

I sit here, in the golden light of the late afternoon, feeling the energy of the city. I can feel the sun heating up the pavement outside and the wind blowing in through the open window. It’s alive out there, and I can feel it. The people bustling about, the high-rises looming in the background, the planes looming low as they make their descent into the nearby airport.

The concrete buildings, the glass windows, the blue sky – it all speaks to me as the music of life. I can feel the collective pulse of the city, alive and throbbing with energy and possibility. I have no choice but to be part of it, to take it in, and allow it to flow through me.

So I write, because it’s the only way I know. I feel lost if I’m away for too long, so I sit here and type, letting the city live through me for a few moments. I’m here to capture the energy of the universal language, and then fall back into my cocoon of late afternoon Los Angeles.