…sometimes I can not be found. But if you look real hard, you will find me. Tonight, I am holed up in front of the TV. I have all 5 dogs in the studio under house arrest until the final DVD is over (there are only 2). Today I could be found on the road rescueing my dogs from these really strange women who are house sitting up the hill. They have made it there mission to disrupt the lives of two of our dogs: Patsky and Wheels. After repeated attempts to convey to these ladies that it is not ok to feed our dogs and it is not ok to keep them inside their fence…I just have to go retrieve the dogs. They are leaving very shortly because the owners of the home are returning from the States. The dogs are being kept inside ‘cuz I am paranoid about dognappings. So that is the skinny….ordinary life in ordinary times. By the way, there is a Class 4 hurricane heading for the Pacific Coast of Mexico…ordinary life. Enclosed is a photo of Richard and I with our dogs Slidell and Kali…..or is that Patsky?

Hi this is Anado reporting from the desk in my bedroom and this is Weekend Update! Now that I have your attention: what is Love? I really want to know…and this is not a Foreigner Song. I want to know, feel, absorb, bathe, and snuggle real deep into the absolute not-knowingness of unconditional Love. How do I get back to the Source without compromise….how do I navigate these depths? I am just putting this out…I am going to go take a short nap…maybe all this will be revealed in Dream Time…or maybe it has already been revealed and I just ain’t tasting…..hmmmm. Jimmy Ray is cool with my meanderings…he is happy with the tile outside on the walls of the studio…he encourages me to reach the Source…but he won’t give me a map.

Oh…here is a photo of Carlos working on the front of the studio…his magic is such a gift to all who pass by our house. Gracias, Carlos and gracias, Kathy, I stole this picture off your blog. It’s called cross-blog-alating…sounds kinda sexy in a techi sort of way. The lilting of x’s and o’s!!!!!!

The tarantula’s corpse is in the compost…mixing, melting and merging with coffee grounds, avacado skins, spent chard and all that good grigri. It feels good. Things are happening…and yes, Lolita, thanks for your wisdom. Lots of things are in the stew pot (work-wise)…what’s left over will join the tarantula in the compost. Maybe I should retitle the blog: 8 Legs to Freedom…kinda Buddhist-like, but hopefully without all the accounting….

There is a dead tarantula outside my studio door.  It has been there for around five days.  Either the cats killed it or it was the victim of the big rain storm we had the other night.  I notice it every time I pass through the door and I do nothing about it.  Tonight I finally got that this situation of the dead spider represents a common thread weaving its way through me lately.  In a jagged little way: I am WAY too lazy these days.  In the last two blog installments, I mention that I am back.  Back from where?  Back to what?  I am treading water bigtime in this Creative Game. Tomorrow I will add the tarantula to the compost pile.  Hopefully that will initiate the "kick in the ass" that I need to get more productive in realizing the Construction of the Chapel.  Wish me luck!

Well Anado is back…he has curiously been hovering around his work and Jimmy Ray lassoed him the other day. Work is happening in the studio…all that relaxin’ has temporarily stopped and commissions from locals have taken the front row…It was a great run…but the work is more important. Am I (Anado) being vague enough?