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…of following way too many football scores on CNNSI…I am guilty of not reading enough literature…I am guilty of reading Art Magazines two years after I have received them…I am guilty of my addiction to colorful socks…I am guilty of eating way too many raisins…I am guilty of over feeding one certain cat…so what is my sentence?  Abstinence?  Career Counseling?  Nope….but I do wish to read more…right now I am reading the galleys of Barbara Kingsolver's new novel, "The Lacuna"…I am actually enjoying it.  I am designing the tee shirt and poster for her visit here in San Miguel…wish me luck…well…I am going to go read…today is Sunday…go Niners!!!!

…he's back and still wild.  Carlos' son Johnny (Ti Ti) appeared at the door today with Manchas on a chain.  Manchas has been gone for more than three weeks.  I could not get a straight story out of Ti Ti so I will have to wait to ask Carlos.  Carlos was up all night building the Xuchil which will be carried into town this afternoon and will adorn the Parochia for two weeks.  Manchas is a loony tune…things had kind of settled down dog wise in his absence, but I love him and he is home.  So I raise a toast to Manchas Groove, the wild child of Casa de Las Ranas!

…showed up about two years ago before we went to Barcelona.  Carlos found him and he sort of replaced Kali in the numbers game here in our home…Kali had been run over, but at the time, I did not know that…Over the years, Manchas kind of grew into the family….he was always high strung, but between manic barking, eating seat covers, attacking Simba, fighting and playing with Slidell…he loved to hang in the studio.  The other day I heard him barking and running up the road below the bedroom window….intuitively…I felt he was going away…and sure enough…he has.  He has been gone for two weeks now…Richard and I have agreed that the other dogs appear freed up.  Three times I had to intervene in what appeared to be a fight to the death between Simba and Manchas…it was frightening.  I guess Manchas had too much time on the street and he never could relax here…May he be safe where he has landed….we loved him…he grew on us…Be free, Manchas Groove!

…and its shining down, on and through me…and you too.  There are so many reasons to live in blame and non awareness…to judge with the knee jerkin' and smokin' and pointin'…but that is not the door to awakening…and neither is what a number of people call enlightenment…as if enlightenment was separate from this thing called living…I honestly believe that claiming your life is in the awakening…owning who or whatever you are…Looking back at my time with Bhagwan, I feel that he had to create that traveling magic show for some of us to settle down and take a look within…the Rolls Royces, the watches, the New Man, the Commune…all of it, I feel, was a ploy for us to take stock…to turn within….After all these years…I still have to remind myself to grasp the straw of abandonment of this so called personality…I remember as a child riding my bike so totally and with abandonment…that was enlightenment….I remember…I remember…I remember….PS….this may seem vague (the Posting), however, I will go into it later (like the next post)…but today some weird energy came into my studio (two neighbors)and  they were crowding Carlos and trying to impose their will on him…he stood up for what he believed in and one of the people called him an "asshole"…I said, "he is not an asshole"…she said this because he would not go along with her wishes…this all happened in my studio and I feel like we (Carlos, Richard, and I) were poisoned by these two individuals…to make a long story short…they are trying to convince him to buy an electric transformer for his house…and for his reasons…he refused….ever since they left…the energy feels yucky…what I do know is this:  I have never met a more honest human like Carlos…those of you who know him…I am sure you agree….

…you know I like to live my life…

hopefully totally…

and move and groove

and feel real good …

in the beginning of this Century…

So I continue to plug away at the work here….Manchas and my camera are still missing…we Bless you, Manchas, where ever you have gone…and the camera remains a mystery….and as they say, "This too shall pass"…and now we are passing into Fall…a favorite and reverent time for me…the marigolds always remind me of when I found Bhagwan…31 years ago…half of my life!  I look back and feel nothing but gratitude for these years that led me to this time with Richard and our home and work…I raise a toast to Existence and the Journey from the Alone to the Alone and all the friends and critters along the way…

this is an experiment to see if this lands on my blog…wow! Almost a year ago!