…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.Follow me on social media:
hola mi amor amigo,
Anado, I am sending your website to a friend, Gloria Orenstein, who is a feminist cultural and art historian/ critic. She is interested in your work, and I, of course, will be your unabashed shameless marketer. By the way, in the new DF photos, the naked protesters were taking a naked stand in front of the Cathedral.
Such courage! Such freedom! Such committment! Americans can learn a great deal from the Mexicans.
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It is refreshing to hear a sannyasin be honest, though, not quoting platitudes about death. Of course there is fear, on some level, after all, there are so many more beads to buy and string!! what if we don’t do it ALL, in time! Oh, noooo, my 7 is freeeaaaaaking!
AND, so many more “road trips”! ?