...For years I had this dream of living up off #laurelcanyon
. Writing up there, looking out over the hills I'd imagined, worldbuilding to #buffalospringfield
, freezer full of #gjelina
gelato they still don't even sell by the pint(#cardamomgelato
lol, typing away in a chopped off sweatshirt and draws lol, #illicitlyblissful
I was on the side of a mountain when, years later. @highbrowhippie
posted this image of this candle by #tatine
. I recall being mesmerized, wondering what it smelt like.
Parts of that dream survived. And now I know what the candle smells like firsthand, plus the weird chill of openheartedness and cigarettes the only guys I used to kiss used to taste like when I did.
But it was the camaraderie. That vision of laurel canyon was founded on tales I'd come across of Crosby stills & Nash, Joni Mitchell traipsing through trees to each other's houses to play btwn hermiting up lol,off the radar, a vibe that's probably not been there a long time. My California has always been that, beyond the madness I'd find birth sanctuary -to write- and real friends here, incentives to stick around some from timeto time.