Stephen mentioned that I should continue making my mandala and the rains will come. Ironically, I am working on a piece right now and I have been musing about including a mandala of sorts in it. maybe my musing created the light sprinkles of rain last evening. So Stephenji (and you too, Lovey), I will make that mandala and enter into the Mystery from the visual which provokes the emotional without the mental residue that obscures the spiritual which holds all of nothing…….hmmmmmm. The lapis lazuli and Fatima’s hand are but clues….stay tuned.
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A Helping Hand
Michael Raven the architect was out here today. He got me more clear on the foundation for the bathroom cones down near the chapel. We are going to bring water down there next week and give it a go. The sand and gravel are down there. Just got to do it. “Tis a warm humid evening here in La Cieneguita…we need rain…it seems to dance around nearby, but we need an extreme downpour. Come on rain, lend your hand to the garden, I be prayin’ for you to rain on down.
The King of the Bilbies
Simba pictured here is the alpha male ruler and protector of our household. This is the most loving individual. He is truly a powerful being. He loves to relax, but within seconds he is there for us if needed. He loves to ride in the car. Oftentimes he sits under the trees at the top of our property and goes into the Groove. We are so blessed that he is here. Viva Simba!!!!
Why is the World so Weird?
Why is George Bush president?
Where did these republikans come from?
Why is there a Texas?
Why is there a G8 and a World Bank?
Why is Tony Blair so weird?
Why is there poverty?
Why do men wear suits?
Why do the demorcrats act so frightened?
Why am I not marching in the streets?
Why do art magazines have more to do with sales and not art?
Why is Lindsay Lohan even mentioned in my blog?
Why do we allow this corporate swindle of humanity?
Why is Celebrity Culture more important than fighting hunger?
Why do I ask these questions?
Why don’t I have the answers?
Buddha Sits Before Me
….Guadalupe in his hands
he remains a witness
as his ceiling expands.
The cats play on the carpet
they frolic in the scene
their tails tell a story
of the silence in between.
Jimmy Ray remains mysterious
hanging in the trees
his vision moves beyond
just prayin’ on his knees.
Yes Buddha is a maverick
doesn’t play by the rules
he invites me to his chapel
Says it’s a Mystery School.
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Let There Be the Groove
The Groove is back in order. Life is poppin’….the phone does not work. The water overflowed from the holding tank on the roof today. A friend is sending me two sparkle hats. Some weird skin thing is appearing on my left index finger. Patti Smith album gets a "B", but an "A" for balllsy female rock. Don’t know what Art Brut is…I am really out of touch…Sold a necklace today. Watched "Chinatown" tonight…The fan is on…Had gas today….The Garden looks great these days….Love my cats….dogs and parrot and burros too…Miss Richard and….that.