03/19/2026
Touched down in the land of the Tongva people, also known today as Los Angeles, California 🌿
This place feels like a world of contrasts. Steel and glass rising high into the sky, highways weaving endlessly, movement in every direction. A true concrete jungle. Coming from a small town, it always feels a little surreal being somewhere this big, it’s like stepping into a completely different rhythm of life.
And yet, the beauty here is undeniable. The people, the delicious food.. the landscape and all the plants 🥹
The beaches have completely taken my breath away. Standing at the edge of the ocean, watching the mountains stretch along the horizon while the city buzzes behind me, I keep finding myself wondering what this place once looked like. Not that long ago in the grand scheme of things, maybe one hundred years, three hundred years?
I imagine coastal sage and wildflowers spilling across the land, oak woodlands, wetlands full of life, the shoreline alive in a way that feels almost impossible to picture now. A kind of wild, abundant utopia that still lingers beneath it all. Because even here, nature is not gone. She is persistent and these mountains… whew, they be speaking.
I have been noticing flowers everywhere. Bright bursts of color along sidewalks, vines climbing fences, plants rooted in the smallest cracks of earth they can find. California poppies glowing like little suns, dandelions popping up in every single little crack of the side walk, bougainvillea spilling over walls, rosemary and lavender growing in nearly every yard and smelling their scent on the breeze.
I wish I had more time to explore this beautiful place. I want to journey up the coast to where the redwoods are so bad.
No matter where I go, I am always looking for the plants. They remind me that the land is still alive, still speaking, still holding stories beneath everything we have built on top of it 🌱
I’ll be back around to answer messages and get back to folks in a few days. Love yall.
