….Today I awoke rather late..6:45…maybe it was the tequila and burgers the previous evening with friends…I usually get up around 5:30…Richard was still snoring away and I quickly gathered some clothes together in the dark to dispel the December chill….I went about my morning business: brushing my teeth, taking a seat on the throne, letting the dogs out, visiting our big dogs at the top of the property, getting myself and the guys started in the studio, feeding the cats, making coffee and breakfast with Richard…and finally sitting down for a warm breakfast. I noticed the clothes that I had on were various shades of burnt orange and purple-red….I said to Richard, "I look rather Sannyasy this morning (in reference to wearing all oranges and reds for 10 years of my life)…Richard said, "You do…is it his birthday or something?"…and then it hit me…today would have been Bhagwan/Osho's birthday and Richard had no idea of that and I had not remembered the date…a little cosmic tuned in-ness….(Bhagwan/Osho has been a paramount part of my life for close to 40 years….I had lived by his side for 11 years of intense devotion and growth…in 1989 I left his Commune and immersed myself back into the "Real World" after leaving his Ashram in India…I was ever ready to surf this life without training wheels while using what I had learned…he died the following January in 1990)…I ate my breakfast with my Beloved Richard filled with such joy in our most joyful home and exclaimed, "I love being alive"…and Richard felt the same….I go to the Feet of the Ultimate Truth and bow down to the Wonder of all that is Groovy….
The world has seemed such a dark place lately. Thank you for reminding me that I too love being alive.