…and then some…

so everything

extends from nothing

in my Life…and then some…..

…..of my Being, I am asking the "powers that be" (if there are said "powers") to please do something about the human race.  The extreme behavior that is happening all over the planet is reaching a crescendo of rare proportions that threatens to really wipe out the life force that we all share.  Consciousness has not kept up with technology and technology is in the hands of some really dangerous people with neandrathalic brain cells…Don't get me started on Religion: the poison of consciousness.  So…Dear Creation…may we somehow turn on a dime and return to the Source of "What is"…and help those who attatch themselves to "What's Not"…and kinda get a Woodstock Thing happening again..sorta like…"Be Here Now"…you know what I'm sayin'…Yes?  No?

…cut off their hair…I don't care…'cuz I got my own freak flag to fly…"…yes Jimi Hendrix wrote the lyrics…those lines meant so much to me…but I believe he had a much deeper meaning in mind when he said that.  I feel that he used hair as a metaphor for one's values and by keeping your hair (values) and letting your freak flag fly…you were not selling out…so many of those values that many of us shared have been forgotten…just look at all this Tea Party Shit and those most ridiculous values of middle-Amerika…Shame Shame Shame on Amerika…(freak flags few and far between)…that Health Care Bill should have been passed 6 months ago.  I am proud of Obama…poor guy is part of the political structure…but he kept with it…he can not please everyone, but at least he cares and appears to have compassion…Goddess shine on Amerika…por favor!

…on our way back from Mexico City to our home and critters.  Mexico City is always a rush.  Lots of work awaits me…lots of biz stuff.  So there is plenty on my plate which makes life interesting to say the least….I will report more when I return….

…well somebody stole my ipod and the player from my studio.  It is a Mystery, especially after the disappearance of my Canon G-10 last summer.  Inside job?  I sure hope not.  Maybe some thief has a key to the studio and knows when we are not home…anyhow, I still have my original ipod and rumor has it that a purple ipod Nano is heading this way as I write.  Living in Mexico has its drawbacks…there is such a division between classes…I just shake my head and remember something I learned in Pune ages ago…allow then allow and allow some more…and remember where I tethered my camel…breathing…breathing Life….

…I have worked in the stuio, made breakfast, had coffee, avoided Facebook, spoke on the telephone, cleaned up dog vomit in the studio, brushed my teeth, sat in the garden, made decisions about work at the Chapel Site, washed my face, done laundry, ate a tamale, hugged our cat, fed the cats, loved the dogs, pulled a weed, cleaned up mouse remains in the bathroom, painted in the studio, watched a DVD, talked to Richard…that kind of stuff…what does the rest of the day behold?