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…so that I can learn that I will never be the person I am not.  This is the deck I have been handed…and, yes, it is a royal flush.  Just what I need, I have been gracefully given this chance to prosper.  My weekly visits with Bill Reiner are so absolutely provocative and special.  I am blessed and I know it.  The sun is rising over our day here in Mexico, Gracias Dios, for the energy that is seducing me to return to the Source of all things.  I remember a night maybe 7 or 8 years ago with Tomas and the folks from Wakan Community…I remember the opulent bed of gratitude that I found myself luxuriating in…relaxing deep into the Wisdom of my ancestors.  I remember the glorious acknowledgment of all my teachers.  I remember all of this today..as Bhagwan said, "The Fish in the Sea is not Thirsty"…Oh Sweet Remembrance!

Here are some photos of my dear companions taken in the studio over the weekend.  They see and hear it all.  Patzky is usually under one of the tables…he has been known to get in chairs like Wheels, she always manages to find comfort.  Giussepi Birdie just squawks.  I wish that I could free him, but his whole life has been in a cage.  How would he survive?  Harris and Leslie gave him to us when they left town 2 years ago.  I heard that they were in Argentina…I have lots to do this week…work, immigration stuff, send out some art, dinner tonight in town, a class on Thursday…and start this Tee shirt design…Richard has always said that I should do Tee Shirts…what’s a man to do? here goes…

That is a very good question.  And I am not going to answer it with a lot of artistic filigree.  I’m just a man. I have been awarded some gifts in this life which I am eternally grateful for and I feel totally blessed in receiving.  My home and life with Richard is abundant and full.  I love all of our animals dearly…I have some absolutely incredible friends world wide.  And.."Who am I to stand and wonder while the wheels of fate slowly grind my life away" (heard over 40 years ago by Country Joe and the Fish).  Bring it on, Fate…come on, Big Foot called Life!

I have a piece of glass and metal cabinetry in my studio that I call "The Cooker".  Object come and go from it all the time, including my necklaces that I make.  The Cooker is where objects simmer and eventually join other objects in Idealand.  Idealand is a time and place that has no place in time…it floats..so to speak.  I oftentimes find myself in and out of Idealand depending on my mood or such stuff.  As this posting gets more vague…I experience a slight indigestive occurance going on in my body.  So, Dear Ones, have you ever felt lucky?  I consider myself lucky when I visit Idealand..Here’s to ideas!

Anado went a walkin’,
his feet were rockin’,
Richard’s camera in his hand,
his hear wasn’t combed,
kinda’ wind blown,
just an ordinary man….
                          so he took some photos around the house
                          and grounds…ordinary stuff.

I have suffered from Foot in Mouth Disorder for many lifetimes now.  I
have come to accept the fact…sometimes. Today on the telephone I was
reminded by certain inflections in my sister Sarah’s voice, of special
times in my childhood with her..Our youth…I wanted to communicate to
her my love for her…here is where the foot entered the mouth..I said,
"I know that I have been remiss in not visiting you and that you have
been remiss in not visiting me"…bad move…she got angry as she often
does…and more or less said goodbye…this short of hanging up on me.
I should have just kept my mouth shut about her not visiting me.  She
has lived in Oklahoma her entire life. Mexico probably frightens her.
She goes to places like Pensacola where it is White and red neckish
The stuff that Obama is getting flack for now about the people in
Pennsylvania applies to the likes of my sister…their world view is
absolutely limited…She said she was going to vote for Obama, but she
feared he was the Anti-Christ…I shake my head and hope that she may
have been kidding…but one has to wonder…so weird.  The important
thing is for me to own my part of the conversation…where she went
with it is her drama.  I have avoided Oklahoma all these years…the
Past…My Family Drama there…and quite frankly the pervasive limited
viewpoint of a good majority of its inhabitants.  I silently shake my
head as I view my roots.