I've spent countless hours meditating and doing yoga on boulders, at home where Los Angeles kisses wilderness. I sleep a stone's throw from ancient cave paintings left by shamans who walked these hills. Atop our mountain crest, NASA test rocket-stands align with millennia-old solstice markers. Feeling centuries expand and contract each time my foot hits the trail... I'm moved on a primordial level, like our fore mothers painting in caves, to show our young what it means to connect to the cosmos.