…I met Richard on Saturday in Mexico City. He flew in on a Mexican flight from SFO full of stewards, stewardesses, pilots and co-pilots who had just lost their jobs because the new owners of Mexicana went bankrupt so that they can re-shuffle their business plan to hire them back at a smaller wage rate…that's what Richard told me…But we all know that corporations suck. Amidst all this, back in our neck of the woods…animals are in and out the doors and windows…coming and going…disappearing…Tormenta was gone for over two weeks and she showed up in the middle of the night last week. We got home yesterday and Cielo is not around…we will go look for her today in the bush….I guess the ex-employess of Mexicana Airlines have some time on their hands before they return to the skies with empty pockets and families to feed…so…on a lighter note, but an important note: Tormenta is Pet of the Week here at Groovelandia….she is a cutie and we love her..souls come and go…we move in and out of different landscapes…spmetimes we have fur…other time we are unemployed…sometimes rich…oftentimes poor…It seems we always find a place to land…no matter what…we are part of something really big…we are the kiss of existence….
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…..usually it is my mind that identifies, accuses, blames, suggests, decides, judges, believes or convicts that gets me into disturbing waters. I can hear the strings in the background accompanying this post as I do the "Woe is Me Waltz"…..BUT WAIT!!!! Here comes the Present Moment to the rescue! "Cuz all that stuff I mentioned before is tethered to the Past or even sometimes in the Future…and all that mind- scaping is just filler trying to block out the innocence and wonder of the Present. Oftentimes, the actions of our pets…the foliage in the garden…the clouds…or the rain triggers that humble return to the Present…so I am reminded of this….just this.. this present moment. .Manchas has been declared Pet of the Week…he is our bad boy…but his actions bring a smile to my heart….
…see how I lift these words from a song, see how they fly…. So Richard is up in the States and will be home in a bit less than two weeks. I am settling in to my alone time. There is a part of me that would just love to escape and veg and indulge and be impractical and and eat all the wrong things…but I believe I am moving over, Rover, and letting Jimmy take over and following the trail of the muse in the slipstream of breath and folly. Last night I went to a play at this rich fellow's house in San Miguel. The play was fun but a bit contrived. I found myself comparing the play to the radical theater that I had witnessed and participated in while living in New York back in the 70's. I found myself looking at the hip boomers of San Miguel dancing their social dance (me included). I find that I separate myself and fall into comparison which is so tired…this is all part of me and not necessarily about Richard. But within my "short comings", I find that Richard is there for me with his support and love. That makes me quite grateful and I feel honored, So despite the fact that my partner is way up in San Francisco, I feel our connection and I take refuge in the knowing of that which we are creating together. Watching myself in all this comparison, I know that I will never be the coolest kid in class…didn't work back "then" and it won't work in the present. So I find myself dropping out of school continually throughout my life. Learning…Learning…Learning. My gratitude lies in the fact that there is another soul that I am traveling with and I cherish this gift…this has been a love letter…….
….sometimes its just too much. Not that I can not participate…but it is so big! what is "it"? What could be so immense and daunting yet alluring? Well folks…it is The Groove…our ongoing starting point and destination of the Creative Groove Force…not to mention the revolutionary dissolve and recreational involvement in this amorphous love goo….the ideas and execution constantly appear and sometimes disperse and are eventually replaced by the unwinding evolution of flow and disappearance….ah…the undefined yet much appreciated Groove of Life…amidst this Groovy Thing we have going here at our humble Groove Outpost, is Bart the Beagle, the unsung defender of the Groove Space…he is such a devoted love….Bart is this week's Pet of the Week…more to come……
…has led us to this divine companion. His name is Sueño (Dream) and he is the brother of Cielo (Sky) our cat queen. Sueño is this weeks Pet of the Week. We love him with all our hearts and and his extremely groovy Buddha Nature emanates silently and wondrously. If you ever need a lesson in Re-Grooving, Sueño, would be happy to sit near you and a magical translation of wisdom and myth will be given to you…no strings attached….non attachment is the key…
…down below on our property at the Chapel of Jimmy Ray site….the gallery or Chapel of Jimmy Ray is beginning to really take some important shape….doors and windows are being installed in their raw yet definitive form…tile work…the fountain…hopefully by April 1, 2011 we will be dedicating the Chapel of Jimmy Ray…the Gallery will open officially…as I see it….this will always be a work in progress. I am so extremely grateful for all the help that I have been given by friends and workers and especially Richard for his insight and willingness to be my co-conspirator…and I bow down to the infinite Mystery that led us here….Gracias a la Vida and congrats to Wheels, our divine Alpha Female Dog Groover who is this week's Pet of the Week!!!!