The Dry Places of The Earth

The Mediterranean latitudes around the globe have a specificity to them that creates a large part of my consciousness, and one of the dominant meta-view of the world.  From what I have experienced, Tropic and Nordic matrices are partaken-in by the Med, but are alien in the urbanity that distinguishes Madrid, LA, perhaps Tehran, ancient Tyre, Carthage, Rome...

I think of the Chaldeans, the ancient of ancients...and Ashely's astrology YouTube wind-down videos...these gossomer bonds through time and space seem to grow strongest and more clear in a certain rhtyhm of solar exposure....the temperate climates of the northern hemisphere

Brown, gold, ochre, olive, ultramarine... the colors shade to the desert, they do...as well as the blue mountains...

The transition from the coast ranges to the dense forest of the Sierra Nevada foothills is a major shift in consciousness, but there is a continuity, a connection that I feel when I stand on the vista point and look West and can see the marine layer and the procession of weather fronts coming in from the Pacific Ocean.  Not everyone can feel it, but I can feel the ocean from wherever I am.  The connections between things on this planet are continuous...there is no thing that is not connected to all things...this is maybe the Native in me.

Ah.  The Native.  See, my mother taught us that was what we are.  She took it upon herself to gather the necessary documents and get us our tribal citizenship cards.