BIG SUR

April 25, 2019

Zoe Eccles

A COVE OF TREASURES

Big Sur

16 May 2018

journal entry:

We walked a dune path, morning glory flowers twining on either side, to find this little cove - this treasure trove of diamonds spilling from the cliff side, glinting in the afternoon sun. I was breathing deeply, taking in every last drop of the sweetness of the eucalyptus and hot sap, salt and spray in the wind. Washing in and out of the cove was the ocean, sparkling and deliciously blue…

hush hush hush it sings.

p.s.

on this stretch of coast you may find purple sands,
and a door leading to the sun…
liquid gold and bright minerals,
these are real hidden treasures.

April 25, 2019

Zoe Eccles

L.A.

April 25, 2019

Zoe Eccles

EARTHLY STARS

LOS ANGELES

14 May 2018

A few thoughts after a long, hot, weary day walking around L.A. …

Sometimes I am just a total goofball.

I cried in front of Judy Garland’s tomb, and again in front of Audrey Hepburn’s star on the walk of fame. Tears of love for these two souls and their incredible creations.

I cry a lot.
In the movie theatre, or when I am too excited, or even when I am simply so in love with everything that it spills over.

I am human, in a beautifully imperfect world. L.A. is a strange place, in my eyes - wholly imperfect, yet still holy.

I don’t need to go to a temple to find a sense of reverence; this world, just as it is, is a special place.

I don’t need to always be calm, or collected;
sweet, or perfectly practiced.
To be human is to feel,
to live in a body.

The sacred nature of this world lies not in all that is transcendent, I think, but in the vast mix of all experience, all wonder, all chaos. Somewhere in that mix is the magic that enchants us.