I’m sure there are some lovely things about Atlanta, but after spending about twenty-four hours there, I was glad to get out. It is visually one of the most challenging cities I know of, though I don’t know too many. Energetically, it is hard for my system to handle, and lucky for me, I am doing a seven hour hike tomorrow. My spirit needs the nature bath. It’s not a novel idea that Atlanta is a pile, but this trip it really put a stink on me. I did enjoy my visits to various galleries, and I didn’t get snarled in any terrible traffic, but the aftertaste has been upsetting.
As I left that hell city, I put on a podcast that offered some therapeutic value… Rich Roll and Zach Bush.