<n>Casa Atibaia</n>, an architectural visualization by <n>Charlotte Taylor</n> and <n>Nicholas Préaud</n>.

<n>Montfort House</n> in Portsea, Australia. Architecture by <n>InForm</n> and interiors by <n>GOLDEN</n>. Photo by <n>Timothy Kaye</n>.

A render of the <n>PARÉA</n> retreat in Zion, Utah.

Kayakers explore the canyons of <n>Lake Powell</n> in Arizona.

<n>Wabi-sabi</n> style pottery by <n>Made Ceramicas</n>.

**The Mountains Called, She Answered** ◦ **Abby Hue**

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The mountains called,

she answered

Letting go of everything weighing her down

The darkness became the light

Her tears turned into joy

Her loneliness turned into solitude

She found all the answers she had been looking for there under the forest of the trees

For what she was missing had never left her

It was already within

Waiting to be remembered again

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The <n>Courtyard House</n> in Melbourne by <n>HA Architecture</n>. Photo by <n>Derek Swalwell</n>.

A Simple But Striking Beach House Surrounded By Trees

<n>Oscillon 40</n> by artist <n>Ben Laposky</n>, 1952.

Digital artwork depicting the <n>Clarence River Floodplain</n> in Northern New South Wales, Australia.

An image from the <n>RAT BOI</n> Spring 2022 collection campaign.

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From the <n>Summer Studies</n> series by brand <n>LAKAN</n>.

The <n>Son Serra project</n> in Mallorca, designed by <n>BonVivant</n>. Photo by <n>Salva López</n>.

Designer <n>Charles Eames</n> with his <n>Eames Plastic Chair</n> (1950).

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<n>Osteria in Ravello</n>, an 1890 oil painting by Danish artist <n>Peder Severin Krøyer</n>.

The photographic work <n>Wick</n>, featuring art by <n>Waldemar Kolbusz</n>.

"Art may only exist, and the artist may only evolve, by completing the work." **The Creative Act: A Way of Being** ◦ **Rick Rubin**

**She Began Again** ◦ **Abby Hue**

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She began again

Not from a path others told her to follow

Not from a place of lack but from a place of abundance

A place within that held an inner knowing

A guide to follow that was there all along

Waiting for her to listen to the quiet whispers that had been overshadowed by the loudness all around her

By the noise that needed to lessen

She could finally hear her inner compass providing direction

All that was needed was to disconnect

Solitude brought her peace

The quiet surroundings filled with the sounds of nature

The wind blowing in her hair

The warm feeling of the sun on her skin

A place that finally felt like home

A place that wasn’t a single place at all

But a place that existed all around her

Everywhere she looked

Embraced by it’s beauty and vastness

The nature that is all around,

The beauty of every sunrise and every sunset

Day after day

How lucky we are to live in such a beautiful place, this world we all get to call home.

<n>Casa Ugalde</n> (1951) by architects <n>José Antonio Coderch</n> and <n>Manuel Valls Vergés</n>. Photo by <n>Francesc Català-Roca</n>.

<n>numerical paleontology iii</n>, a pen plot by <n>generative pictures</n>.

<n>Negligee</n> (1962) by photographer <n>Ikko Narahara</n>.

The <n>Blackwood</n> farmhouse in Orange, NSW, by <n>MAC-Interactive Architects</n>. Photo by <n>Tom Ferguson</n>.

**The Journey Back to Yourself** ◦ **Abby Hue**

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There is a forgetting that occurs—we get lost and go off in so many directions, each seemingly pulling us further and further away from our path.

When we look to others instead of looking within, we lose ourselves. We let others’ opinions of us hold us back from our calling.

This calling never goes away. It’s always there.

Waiting for you to take action on it.

Waiting for you to see the signs and synchronicities right in front of you.

Waiting for you to uncover what has been buried by all the noise around you trying to tell you who to be.

Once you notice this, there is no un-noticing it. It becomes glaringly obvious the change you’ve been feeling the need to make is no longer optional.

It is your soul calling out for you to listen.

The act of noticing is what allows for actions to start flowing freely.

Doubts and comparison begin to get crowded out by excitement; knowing what you have been looking for all this time was right there all along.

All those directions that felt like missteps were part of the process, guiding you exactly where you are meant to be.

Waiting for you to remember.

<n>Study of a calm morning</n> by photographer <n>Lee Man Young</n> in <n>Sai Kung</n>, Hong Kong, 1965.

"Your heart knows what to do, where to go, what to create."  **Abby Hue**