I'm reading "A Tree Grows In Brooklyn", just started it on Thursday and I'm half way through. It's so good to read like that again, just hours of being with a book, traveling back to New York in the early 1900s.
We had a weekend of rest, the Buffalo, myself....the Dharma Dog and Spartacus joined for air conditioning couch rest too. Didn't turn the news on, not once, knowing that it would scare us if we did, feeling like the start of World War III.... Instead, we slept, played guitars and howled in the afternoon, walked through the crowded soho weekend streets in the humidity, heading to dinner with Kermit and Azi at 14th street. No time for podcasting or the work of the holy road now, not until August 1st, when we're back from break and in the flow again.
"Have you heard it is good to gain the day, I also say it is good to fall. Battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won." -WW...We're carving a path for ourselves now, we who don't want to worship money god anymore, clearing the brush of consumption and ownership obsession, finding a passageway Home. "Summer in the city can cause that rip to tear." Tony went back to a week of teaching for NDI until Friday. Laura and I are here on Prince street, planting holy trees that will bare such colorful caring fruit in the Fall. Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m