Welcome back to the Groove Pages where delight is in order and joy washes over. Here in the Groove, your hosts Anado and Richard encourage you to have groovy thoughts and may your groovy feelings lead you deeper into the Groove which is your groovy birth right. If you have any groovy comments feel free to be creative….and remember: Grooving is easy….if you know how!
Beyond Therapy
My life is magical. I live in incredible surroundings. My partner is a gift beyond the beyond. My friends are great…seasoned wonders. I am way beyond the young man I was when I lived in new York back in the 70’s. Today I was reminded of the magic that showers on us all…the gift of moving into consciousness and the ability to make the right choices that serve and do not destroy. All these gifts I cherish…beyond my widest dreams.
I Got My Game Back
…ideas are flowing upon the return from the Beach. Glad to be back…things are popping…lots is a happenin’ and that makes me major glad. Joe sent me the DVD with the new music…It is really super von groovy loca wow-zine. And my game is on the table…back at work…wish there were more hours for these ideas.
Divinity Personified
The above is one of my favorite statements…it says so much for
me…and our vacation has been the personification of the Divine.
Gracias to this Life Force for the opportunity to come to Playa
Troncones….and a special thank you to Doña Nica’s for some of the
best blue corn shrimp wraps that I have ever experienced in this Life.
We return to Casa las Ranas more enriched and rested. Gracias a la
Vida……
There Seems to Be a Pattern….
….in all of this. Whatever this is or ain’t. What I do know is this….I can’t wait to get back home to the work. We have enjoyed ourselves immensely here at the beach…now it is time to get back to work and celebration at the Temple of Joy…..we return rejuvinated and alive….Love
Accepting
My friend Catherine still has cancer. It showed up again in her lungs. We used to enjoy our cigarettes together. I pray that she can make it through this period. She has suffered enough. Her situation reminds me to not get caught up in all the crisis of pettiness and to embrace the wind and all the changes it brings. The other day I got an email from a woman who writes for the New York Times…she wanted to know more about our house and my work…so weird. Years ago in New York when I was a taxi driver…I felt like an alien in a civilization of sophisticated monied gentry….then I was the gardner….and the delivery guy…and the vegetable seller…New York Times….seems so unlikely….Jimmy Ray could dig it though….I could dig it if Catherine can heal….that is a priority