…in doing so I ask the Universe to conspire with me to break down the barriers that we impose upon ourselves…Outside and inside…all the stuff that we create for our protection and so called security….I am the same as the rest…we are all involved.  I remember Bhagwan once saying:  "I am no different than you except I accept myself and you don't".  Right on bearded dude…and what we don't accept in ourselves we do double duty on others.  So…I will be going down stairs in a few minutes…I will remember the Beauty Way…make something beautiful…that is the order for the day…time to keep movin' and groovin' to the light of the magnificent fantastical Groove that winds through us all….

…get hip to the new tip.  Swine are getting a lot of press  coverage these days…Especially in Mexico.  The world media is going to town in it's hysterical fashion and our Beloved Mexico is suffering more because of it.  Sure…this is a serious situation, this thing called Swine Flu.  But hey now!  200,000 people die of the flu every year world wide …something disturbing about this picture?  They are cautioning people not to travel to Mexico…this is going to kill the tourist industry…fuck up the fragile economy.  I don't expect to be making many sales these days…so be it.  But I am slightly outraged at the news coverge…The American Entertainment…I mean…News media just really sucks.  I heard that a man here in our village died last night…he had a very high fever and such…already our paranoid neighbors are saying it is Swine Flu….Wake up!  Pobre Mexico….

…Manchas Groove, the weirdest dog alive, arrived on our doorstep a week after our Beloved Kali disappeared.  Later I found out that Kali had been killed by a car and Carlos buried her near the gallery site.  Manchas had appeared at Carlos' house so I payed to get him neutered and have his shots.  That meant that he was the newest part of our Groove Scene.  That was almost two years ago….Slowly he has found his way into our hearts despite  his unruly ways…pissing, gnawing, jumping, barking, fighting with Simba…His photo appeared twice in the New York Times article about our house…

He is our Beloved in his funky way.  Even though the Pet of the Week Award has been suspended, I think it is important that Manchas Groove get his recognition as a true Groover.  Here is a photo of Manchas in action……

….there is Swine Flu down in Mexico City.  I just called my friend Patrice who is in a hotel there.  I told her to come home…she had already decided to.  Our friends Maggie and Alice Sperling are down there…I hope they come home soon.  Poor Mexico…this delightful place is really carrying a big load these days.  Keep Mexico in your hearts today…she needs some big love sent her way.  So, Richard, if you read this….me and all the critters here at the house are doing ok….for once it is cool to be over 50, cuz most of the fatalities are young adults…I remember when I was a young adult… we have to carry this gift of life and hold it precious….this flu thing is such a wake up call for the planet…forgive us, Goddess, for we know nothing…..

…that we seem to be able to assume. 

Gut reaction…habits…safety…bondage…religion…lust…you may think I am taking you down into depths that serve psychologists and bolster victims…nope…sorry.  I am talking about the underlying magnificent patterns that draw our life force.  The genius that goes into this gift of breathing and the creative will that allows one to report back and bring a rhythm to the rock and roll and liquid face of the the Mystery…that is the gig…that is the catalyst…the spark…the hankering for wisdom amidst  the Unknown…I want that…I'm in the mix…

…while Richard is up North it is up to me to keep this Groove Scene in some kind of working order.  That is why there are therapists…you think I may be joking…I'm not.  Sometimes a project like this with the house, Art, animals, cooking, feeding, and Mexico itself can be a bit overwhelming for such a borderline little groover like me…But somehow, the Universe continues to provide and the Mystery keeps me engaged.  I love it!  So I better un-glue myself from this typing device and get back to work and re-greet the day which was baptized last evening with a sizable chunk of rain!  Life is not a problem to be solved…but a Mystery to be lived….Bhagwan stole that somewhere along the line from some other Mystic…but every good Mystic will steal your heart too…he stole and retooled mine…Gracias, Bhagwan!