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…a touchstone…a reminder…a shoe-in…a goal…a chapter…an incident…an aspiration…a memory

…at 5:55 on Easter Sunday Morning under a cacophony blitzkrieg celebrating the resurrection of the fictitious lead character from the much read novel:  The New Testament…some of you may have read this…in certain parts of the World they say it is a good read…I was never really drawn to this particular historical novel…I always felt like it was actually a collection of short stories that somehow lacked the depth of magical realism that Garcia Marquez was able to achieve…maybe it was because there were four authors.  This ballyhooed Christian Myth just  never grabbed Anado (Me)…He/I never found an authentic voice to behold and follow with loyalty and verve…it felt so political and judgmental and yes…over edited…So now at 6:06 am with firework explosions ablaze in the sky outdoors…with frightened dogs in my studio…I let go a branch of my own truth…let it float away into the bloggy sea of electronic information as Richard snores in harmonic splendor with the buzz of the electric fan….ah Morning!

…as life as we know it seems to saunter by…Spring has Sprung!  Such a delightful sight.  Such regeneration…all the good that comes with growth and rebirth.  We are revitalized by Nature's endurance…all of this is Divine…even the stuff we cannot or choose not to accept.  I am trying to awaken in this life and the letting go gives compost to my soul…The important thing for me to learn in this stellar practice of "letting go" is to find forgiveness and compassion amidst the Compost…I am reminded again and again of Rumi's remark:  "Even though you have broken your vows a thousand times…come..yet come again"…It is a continual return and disappearance into the Source of What is….I am fortunate to have met a Sage along the way…and meanwhile amidst all the stuff of life, there is the present tense memory of that meeting with a most remarkable teacher…a man who opened the door to Spring and encouraged me to enter onto this Path…

…and this is an update on the construction of our Compost Toilet which will service the masses that visit the Chapel of Jimmy Ray one day.  We call it Casa de Caca or as our friend Hope Swann once dubbed it: "The Chapel of Holy Shit".  Slowly… slowly it is emerging from the Mexican soil..even Richard got into the act this morning…Here are some photos:

 

 

 

…41 years ago…I had a Hippie Head Shop called Mother's Rock Shop in
Oklahoma City.  As a member of a small cadre of really self righteous
acid heads, I considered myself the best interpreter of Neil Young's
guitar style..at that time I felt that I had invented "air guitar".
 Maybe I did?  Right now as I type I am listening to" Cowgirl in the
Sand" and my heart is ablaze in memory and the present tense…my chops
are still good…my licks rock…I am alive!

…and then some…

so everything

extends from nothing

in my Life…and then some…..