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Yes…is the correct answer.  An ever evolving product of reconstruction…that is me.  My last posting was a bit vague and a tad bit much and full of fiction and yes you should smoke a doobie when reading it.  Doobie?  How many years has it been since I got stoned?  Muchos Años for sure.  But the residual effects of all those psychedelics have aided in the reconstruction…so Dear Friends, here I am working away…sending love your way…Working my way back and into and through all that comes my way.  Grateful for this life!

Decades of depressed thinking…a zillion years of non intimacy…pages of discontent…cities full of all night longing…sexual addiction without love…depraved history…streets of loneliness and longing…thinking born of caged life…backs turned…arms in limbo…all the dullness that answers to no being…roll all of this in a tight bundle and deliver it to the Ultimate Knowing and allow it to be discarded in the ether…turn to the right and then to the left…point yours eyes within and meet the Alchemist…does he/she appear familiar?

…to somehow remember our selves in all non-seriousness.  Yesterday, I had a class here with two divine women who re-introduced me to my “inner hick”…the kid from Oklahoma who I have been running away from most of my life.  I bow in gratitude to  Judith and Robin from Austin, TX…we had a great time that true inner hicks can enjoy!!!!!

I remember back when I attempted to go to college (which I had no bizness doing), and some of my friends had enrolled in a Philosophy I class.  They came back to me in disbelief after their first day in the Philosophy class and were all joking and freaked out because the teacher had opened the class with the question: “What is Love?”  To this day, I will always remember that.  No one could answer the question…but for me, it was a different story.  In my dysfunctional way, I had a peak at the absurd profundity of the question…and I still feel that way…and I don’t really know why…..and this is what I type this morning and I spread my wings and fluff up my feathers and prepare for another day in the Mystery.

We went to this big (for San Miguel) Art Event tonight…peopled by lots of gringos and rich Mexicans,  A friend came up to me and said that an email that I had sent in response to a local developer’s email had caused a big stir in the developers camp.  I  was just relating in my note to the developers that in the midst of creating their gated community, further disparity is being created in San Miguel between the have’s and the don’t have’s.  I DON’T BELIEVE, THAT AT THIS LATE DATE, PEOPLE REALIZE THE ENORMITY OF THE PROBLEMS HERE on Planet Earth…Please forgive the caps…I am typing in the dark.  I just feel that the pot needs to be stirred as often as possible.  I was innocently giving the developer my two cents worth…I believe these issues are being ignored…as the gap widens…more problems will come to fore.  In the mean time, the peso is gaining on the dollar.  I don’t know if I sound too harsh, but the Times they are a changin’ in a major big way…America has caused big trouble for the rest of the world.  Many of the developers here in San Miguel are American…as John Lennon once said…”Instant karma  is gonna get you…gonna knock you up side your head”….how prophetic! 

    

Howdy, we are in Mexico City for a couple of days.  It is all work and all play.  We love the stimulus of this chaotic wonderland.  Speaking of wonder…wanderlust is such a wonderful discription for our journey here.  I am having a great time here with Richard.  Photographing, shopping, smiling, walking, wandering and yes… wondering.  Tonight we are going to our favorite restaurant here…its name is Bistro Moaico and is located in the Condessa neighborhood.  Love to all!