anado

Life here at Casa las Ranas has it’s unique moments.  Lot’s of work gets done in eccentric spurts of color and Mercury-laden luster.  All kinds of things are laying around the house and studio crying out to be used in adornment…today after lunch (nutritious salad with Feta and Greek Olives) and after dinner (chicken breast and nutritious salad with those same Olives and Feta), I liberated some of the objects for adorning purposes…I’m just a man in need of occasional embellishment……p.s.  I had to delete one of the photos

Cielo, our absolutely amazingly groovy feline King brought a baby dove into the bedroom last night.  I chased him into the bathroom and retrieved the tiny creature.  The baby was still alive and I could feel it’s tiny heart a’beating.  I took the beloved dove out to the balcony and placed the winged angel into a pot of Virginia Creeper.  Today the tiny creature is dead and rests in the green.  May all Beings be free of suffering, may all Beings be at peace, may all Beings know their True Nature.  These words (Meta) are my lesson in life…what I have to learn.  Key words:  All Beings…..
(Small feathers amidst the leafage…there lies the little dove.)

…or better yet:  my better three quarters is most divine.  He will soon be joined by me in San Francisco.  It is time that we re-connect…I need some Richardizing and I would think he could use some Anado too.  All the animals here, including me, await his return in early June.  In the meantime, we go about our day to day in appreciation of our quiet friend.  Peace be on Richard: my Beloved Friend.

And now that we have that clear…I am also not Cate Blanchett.  However, dear Cate did a remarkable job in the role of Bob Dylan in the film "I’m Not There".  But we have established the fact that I am here in the last posting, even though I am always wanting to be there…even if there is no there: there.  So I guess that I am not there after all.  So the big question is:  Is here ever there?  Well, in terms of the past…here will one day be there.  But does the past really exist?  Or is the past a shared phenomena that we all agree on, even if some of us embellish our pasts..are all pasts part of one big Past?  Or is the past just part of the illusion that some of us call our present or our "here"…I’m just checking..just an excuse, I guess to connect…but by the time you read this, this posting will be in my past but in your present…Is life confusing sometimes?

So here I am, back home to our house full of dogs and cats.  It is full on for the next nine days, until I head up North to SF.  I am looking forward to being with Richard again and having some major good food on Clement Street (Java, Burma Superstar).  Speaking of superstars, while in Mexico City, I saw the movie Factory Girl about poor little Edie Sedgwick of Warhol fame.  I am major lucky that my mid-western un-coolness spared me the destruction that embedded that crew.  That whole scene appeared so glamorous back then, especially for a wannabe the likes of me.  But I was spared…I had dog, cat, and burro duty awaiting me in Mexico, but first I had to go to India so that I could learn that "Darshan is every moment…"…outside the window the birds are heralding their existance…Oh Happy Day!

Well i arrived in Mexico City in one piece…a bit tired but ready for
an adventure.  My friend Mark the photographer arranged for a young man
named Hector (Polish Jewish Mexican) to take me around and to find out
the tee shirt scene.  He helped me immensely…  i will come back later
in May for the production.  Whew!  Hector is a hip young contemporary
artist.  He liked my funky design and that made me feel good.  Anyhow,
just got here to the internet place after a kinda weird walk through
some REALLY dark streets.  i had dinner alone in La Condessa.   i was
just surrounding myself with Golden Light as i walked rather briskly.
So dear friends, Anado is happy and grooving.  Tomorrow i will be going
to the Laganilla outdoor antique maket…that is always fun…Love to
all from Mexico City