…….Well folks, I watched the last installment of Madmen today….on the internet….and I have to admit…a tear or two was shed…..I found that Don Draper's redemption or tempo-redemption was totally believable… much like the awakenings for those of us who passed through the "Me-Decade" of the '70's…in some ways it paralleled my personal journey and the journeys of countless others from that era….I found myself draped in orange in India with a new name and a somewhat clean slate in 1978 and what a profound discovery that was for me….I am quite amazed that I gave myself that chance to leave the gutters of downtown Manhattan and to claim a new costume in order to shed the old skin….. And then years later…in the gardens of Marin County deciding to shed those orange robes in order to move on without the training wheels that I had claimed in India…In this evolving and revolving I am reminded of reading Hermann Hesse so many years back and the chapter, "For Mad Men Only", in the book Steppenwolf…how that title was so spot on for my early days in India…..and now miles and smiles and tears and fears and years later…..here in Mexico……in this spiral culture that I have come to embrace…"For Mad Men Only" rings in my ears…..and I allow it….and the sun has a twinkle….

I keep hearing about these man buns that the hipsters have added to their beards……I can not imagine anyone under fifty realizing what we older gentlemen went through fifty years ago…what a calamity it was to our elders….now we are the elders and all I can do is give a big ho-hum to the youngsters in the Super Mall of America that was once known as Manhattan…strutting there stuff to a digitally enhanced Google-ly derived same old story…am I forgetting Compassion?…Probably……everyone must Wang Chung their lives  however they see fit…..most of us hippies were only copying the pioneers in the Haight and East Village……I mean..what can I say…I arrived in the Haight in the Summer of Love from Oklahoma because I read the news one day, oh boy…..I consider myself lucky to have been born in that era……and these kids are so lucky today to have their imaginations enhanced by keyboards pushing around some x's and o's……we are all both sides of the same coin……

…it has been awhile since my last blog posting……the world is still turning…here in our household we are holding the space for our most Beloved Cat Sueño who is overrun with cancer.  This is such a hard lesson for me…to be present with him and watch him decay….he still purrs and cuddles but does not go outdoors anymore….our poor friend is skin and bones…and there are lots of tears on my part…he is eating…but there is nothing we can do but try and make it comfortable for him….he has brought us such joy in this life…his fierce playfulness has been his Hallmark…we have been blessed with his energy…Ah Impermanence….such a huge lesson….May he be free of Suffering…may he be at Peace……may he know his True Nature….

 

Well Dear Folks…the 3 year Anniversay of the Chapel of Jimmy Ray Gallery is coming up….on February 7, 2015 we are hosting Agustin Santoyo and myself in a two man show featuring the art of both of us……this guy is brilliant beyond words….San Miguel…this is for you!  Some major art for all of you!  Be There….Be Art Astronauts….Catch this wave…..Lots of surprises and community spirit……A Celebration of the Visual and the Mystical……

Stephen:  And then there is Crazy Wisdom (referring to Chögyam Rinpoche)…

Anado:     I like Crazy Wisdom…….

Stephen:  Because it has an edge?

Anado:     I like the Edge…does that mean I am a Sociopath?

Pritama:  You can't be everything, Anado

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For the second night in a row we have been awakened by moonlight shining through the cupola on to our faces….reflected light from a sun millions of mile away…Talk about being connected? So that is the quandry for me today:…being connected. What keeps this connectedness in the state of being connected? What is the flow? Where is "the flow" flowing to?  Is there an energy that fuels this connectedness…'cuz…I have been thinking about god lately…the subject has even come up in dialog with others…and I am not sure of where I dance in all this godliness talk that I seem to be traipsing around and through and into these days. The term "spiritual"  gets thrown around a lot…does anyone really know?  Know what?  This connection…is there a connection…or am I just howling at the moon?  In this moment I feel a certain poetic connection to "all" of this…and deep in my heart is the waiting…the remembrance of waiting…to unknow everything…to not need to know…to not have to howl….to not have to act but to wait…maybe I just need to purr in the moonlight……to relax…..