Beauty is the oracle that speaks to us all.
– Luis Barragan

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Sanctuary for the Soul

A land that envelopes our senses by delving into beauty, energies, colors, shapes, sounds and smells and transforming our understanding of what is possible by taking us to a new level of understanding.

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The Unfolding of Beauty

A true work of art appeals to us because deliberately or not it is an image of divine perfection, and so, in some sort a revelation of God.
– Lord David Cecil

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Meet Paloma and Vulfie

(New text will probably replace this…) So as I am driving along listening to Angaangaq Angakkorsuaq, in rush hour traffic in San Diego, I am on the on ramp between 805 and 52 and I look over and see a dead owl lying there! I can’t believe my eyes, it’s an owl!

My mind starts to race, I want that owl. But then I realize how dangerous it would be for me to stop. I am at a very unsafe ramp and their is no shoulder and as I mentioned, it’s rush hour. So I continue on my way to an appointment knowing that I made the safest decision, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. My appointment lasted an hour and a half but all the while I kept thinking about that little owl. I thought “no way it’s still there”. But I just had to go back and see and if it was there it was meant to be. But I had to prepare, as I mentioned it was a dangerous part of the freeway, it could have ants covering it, it could smell really bad or it could be severely damaged. So I found a plastic bag in my truck and some plastic gloves and put them on. Then I went back to the nearest spot to the on ramp and considered the safest approach. Traffic had died down by that time but it was still a bit tricky. I stopped at a spot where I could wait to merge into traffic. I waited until I saw a break just before a box truck which I knew I could out pace. I stepped on it and headed for the spot. Low and behold it was still there. I switched on my hazard lights, thru the gear shift into park, did a minor bit of off-roading since there was no shoulder, jumped out of my truck, raced around the front to grab the owl, (ever so gently) ran back to my truck and slid him into a plastic bag, ripped off the gloves and floored it, unscathed.

Seeing that I was heading to work and it was a really hot day and he would have to stay in my truck until I was finished I decided to get a bag of ice for him to lay on to keep him cool. When I reached the store I had a chance to look him over. He or she was about 18″ long from head to tail feather. He had no ants on him and two little tufts of feathers coming out the upper part of his head which made me think he was a horned owl, but I could see no injuries on him and his body was still pliable. So I put him on ice and went to work.

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J. Paloma Glass

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Vulfie Munson

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