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The above title should be sung as if you are Dionne Warwick and you are feeling kicky and Swinging London…but if that was too far in the past for you…consider this: Happy Holidays. San Miguel is getting real busy and touristy as the Holidays approach. Richard is driving the car now into town instead of me….I need to learn patience…so Anado is taking a break from the Wheel. The picture that is included was taken the other night before our Guadalupe festival on December 12….Love to all. The Chapel is a happening…spontaneous and fluid…the Way Jimmy Ray likes it…by the way….Way rhymes with Ray. Got it? The other photo was taken the next morning at the festivities….

Carlos and Miguelito have begun digging the foundation for the Office/Painting Studio/Meditation Room/Extra Bedroom today. It will overlook the Chapel from a slight rise and the entrance faces east like the hogans in the Navajo Tradition. While digging today, they have come across a number of old pottery shards. Carlos tells me that they are really old…at least 200 years. I believe him. Right now we are setting them aside under a mesquita tree. Later on I will make a reliquary for them. This is so utterly exciting that building is actually going to happen at the Chapel. It is my life work. Gratitude is in order. Gracias, Dios. I need to make lots of necklaces and more art to finance this thing. NEWS BULLETIN!!!!!!! Catherine Abby, my friend with the cancer scare was told two days ago that ther are no signs of cancer lingering in her body. Lucky Woman…she has suffered and ultimately shown us the path of strength. I love my friend. Graciad, Guadalupe!!!

I have actually been here all the time…in this body that is. I just have not been blogging. So much has been happening. Joe’s film, Mexico City, clearing down in the Chapel area, sales (good and bad), working in the studio, loving the dogs, preparing for a new burro (Lupita), eating, sleeping, fantacizing, procrastinating, loving, gossiping, wondering, doing, reading, watching…all of that and more….and probably more to come. So Welcome back, Anado! Love to all Beings and more tomorrow!

Mr. and Mrs. Whimsy cordially invite you to a holiday sale on December 8 and 9 at Casa las Ranas in la Cieneguita. Well, in that case, I need to get on the stick and get lots of things created. So that is what is happening….save for a little side trip to Mexico City to avoid Thanksgiving (Amerikan Version) here in San Miguel. We sure will have a good time. I hope Lovee does not get jealous…but she will probably be in Grandmother heaven….we send our love and thanks to all our friends. Twenty two years ago…I was a refugee from “rajneeshpuram”…my my my…Who Knows Where the Time Goes………

…you were wondering where I have been….well…I have been here in Mexico and my computer has crashed. What to do? I hope the warranty covers it. Richard is back and we are going to Mexico City on Thursday to escape the expat Thanksgiving thing here in San Miguel. We will have fun….I just want everyone to know that I am here and things are happening….lots of stuff brewing and the Groove is uncovering a water line that starts on Monday….taking water down to the site of the Chapel…in case you were wondering….yes, the Chapel is rising…Love to all!!!!!!

…with Patrice. I surrendered and followed her to Centro Historico where she took this picture. It was the day before the Day of the Dead. Needless to say, I fell in love with Mexico in a deeper fashion. The ancient past and how it colors the present. Mexico is like no other place that I have been. All the way down to the 400 naked demonstrators near Plaza Bellas Artes….brown brown bodies painting the rush hour traffic….quite amazing. Now I find myself in beautiful San Francisco….the weather is divino and tomorrow I will see Savita and take her to the hospital for, I believe, a check-up….I love my dear friend. She sounds so vulnerable. Her illness really hits home and touches my vulnerability and my sense of impermanence. I feel this sense of fear around my own death. Why can’t I pay more than lip service to the inevitable? There are so many lessons….I must remind myself of that which is endless…the place where Bhagwan touched me so many years ago on that marble floor in India.