…the Land of chaotically charged (cargado) Mexico City.  Richard arrives tomorrow afternoon and I came down to greet him.  The trip has been semi-unpleasant…my back is out.  I threw it out right before I visited Oklahoma City a few weeks back and it is not getting any better.  The plus side is that it has afforded me some alone time in Mexico City…I can disappear into the environs of cafes and people watching….and this I am enjoying.  My priorities need to be looked at closely and getting back to San Miguel will be a re-entry into the completion of the Gallery Space once known as the Chapel of Jimmy Ray and the continued adornment of Casa de Las Ranas.  I have been feeling tentative in moving on…but the moment shall be seized and progress is on the horizon….excitement ahead..so I will remember the Buddha within…watching….waiting…acting…..

Well, Folks, it is around 3:20 am here at Casa de Las Ranas…and I must say that I can not get back to sleep.  I emerged from a perfectly delightful narco-like dream sequence and have been awake for an hour and a half….I have visited all my familiar sites on the internet…did a lil' googling and finally I come up with the question:  what is all this stuff about emerging artists?  Where and what do artists emerge from?  Or what are they emerging too?  What constitutes emerging?  I think this is a tag line that the business end of the art world has created for financial or definitive economic reasons…(I just made that up)…I know absolutely nothing…sometimes I believe that I know myself…and maybe I do…but quite frankly I forget all the time…to know my true nature…that seems so vague or unattainable.  But the idea of knowing my true nature is so alluring that somehow, I remain in the chase….maybe I should just let myself emerge…I have been comparing myself with others for what seems like eons…enough…but maybe some more emergence is needed…as Gurjieff once said:  "Remember Thyself"  Perhaps I shall emerge from this remembrance into a knowing space of presence and acceptance….wish me luck as I escape fom this babbling…Babble on, Dear Babylon….Richard returns on Saturday….cuddles are needed on this end…..By the way, I still have not found my camera…

…for my camera.  Yesterday I had some friends over for lunch.  At the end of the gathering we took photos of one another.  It was fun.  This morning I went to get my camera to download the new photos into iPhoto…I can not find my camera.  I have been looking everywhere.  I had Carlos and Martina look for it…to no avail.  I called all the women to see if they walked off with it by mistake…once I thought my camera was stolen, but it was found where I hid it under a pillow.  It was found after I accused some of the guys who were working here of taking it…I felt like an absolute fool….Once a camera did come up missing here.  But yesterday, when I left the house…I left it locked…I am absolutely at a brick wall on its whereabouts….Help!!!!!

…Richard and I are blessed by a huge family of critters…I probably spend the most time with these dogs and all their adventures.  They love to hang in my studio…picking chairs to inhabit or lounging on the floor.  Patzky, our lab, loves to hang out on his back exposing himself…Manchas, our spotted celebrity fool, has no idea what is going on…and of course the four others are divine and extra groovy and I love them in heaps and bounds.  I guess you would say that these are my canine gurus.  They have expressed and tought me so much about unconditional love and cleaning up vomit…it is never boring and in fact…when I had some health issues last summer…my divine friends kept watch over me until Richard returned from the States…I am forever grateful and amused by these funky hounds…thats Patzky and Manchas in the photo…

…or at least I thought I was…but with these cats living all around us…I do not hold a candle to our sleak tubular groovers.  They seem to have it made until one of them loses it in the morning and goes running up the walls.  We call this "cat space".  As I type, Sueño is cleaning Malinche here at the desk.  Malinche had been grroving on my sock shelf all day and now she is surrendering to a lick down by our local cat king.  There is a ton of Dharma to learn from these Teachers…best bet is too watch them closely and get hip to the cat trip…..Skookum is caught in an afternoon respite in the photo below…
 

….I returned to Beloved Mexico yesterday and got home around 7pm last evening.  I was gone less than a week but it feels like I journeyed into a realm of timeless remembrance.  The healing tears have bathed me deeply.  Bhagwan once said, "your tears are prayer"…It was a very prayerful healing of unimaginable depth.  There is still more work in this life.  The blessings that I have received are ultimately about redemption.  I know that this home that Richard and I share is a true temple of joy and we along with the Ramirez Family and all of are critters are the caretakers of these environs…Gracias to the Goddess who translates to Guadalupe here in the Heart of Mexico!