…while Richard is up North it is up to me to keep this Groove Scene in some kind of working order. That is why there are therapists…you think I may be joking…I'm not. Sometimes a project like this with the house, Art, animals, cooking, feeding, and Mexico itself can be a bit overwhelming for such a borderline little groover like me…But somehow, the Universe continues to provide and the Mystery keeps me engaged. I love it! So I better un-glue myself from this typing device and get back to work and re-greet the day which was baptized last evening with a sizable chunk of rain! Life is not a problem to be solved…but a Mystery to be lived….Bhagwan stole that somewhere along the line from some other Mystic…but every good Mystic will steal your heart too…he stole and retooled mine…Gracias, Bhagwan!
dear retooled heart..
do not think for one moment you are the “lone” groover…
allow me to leave this love note and assure you there are angels in the architecture. footsteps, paw prints, artifacts and yes, even the soft current of wings surrounding you. perhaps even a foot print or more of mine…and a baptism of dreams i might have left in my wake.
yes, i am sure an important part of me remains engaged in the beauty that is…..
you.
warmly,
rebecca
nice.
seeing that cup makes me miss you!
Hang in lone groover. Without silence how do we know music?