Everyday

Today the Cult went on a long run along the beach between Venice and Santa Monica. It is such a joy drifting through those pretty shores, the soft hues, the pastel, cool houses. Engagement with the Cult in such a romantic setting is such a delight, delicious, especially in the summer. Once I left Venice and passed the Santa Monica pier, I felt as if I could continue forever...and tried. I ended up going way beyond the distance I should've gone, opting to use the long run as a meditation on the holy ground upon which I live. It was rewarding and rich, but my body was beaten the "f" up by the time I made it back to the room. My lungs were fine, I wasn't breathing heavily, but my legs were hard fought, banged up for sure, but no regrets. It was a mildly religious event, worship of the most intimate and sacrosanct kind. A fine day in the Cult of L.A. Everyday a holiday and every meal a feast! Yes, in the Cult, safe and warm, like the meter and sorcery of her womb...