One year on, Daniel and I live here with our two beautiful children, Charlie and Rose. We eat dinners outside with the mountains and stars, marvel at red-tailed hawks as they soar above, hike the trails off Mulholland Drive and catch as many pink sunsets as we can. The kids love to make s’mores in the fire pit and we recently fostered two kittens here. If I find myself home alone on a weekend, I’ve been known to put on music, use the sauna, do a cold plunge, sunbathe nude and write in my journal. I marvel at how sound carries in the canyon and wonder if a distant wind-chime is actually quite close. We do a lot of homework at the kitchen table and the kids love to put on dance performances and have us rate them. We cook dinners, play, struggle to get out the door most mornings and live our triumphs and heartaches here.
When things are challenging – at home, in our city or on the news – I love to think about the 1960s and all the artists who energised this place: David Crosby, Frank Zappa, Joni Mitchell, Alice Cooper, Steven Spielberg, Cass Elliot and Carole King to name a few. I think of the art they made and the music this canyon holds, and I dream of a future filled with beauty, love and peace.