It turned out that traffic hit and the human hours tied me up into the what will be, ripping me out of the now and keeping me from seeing tony's show. i was so mad that my head turned and split in two. i lost the ground i'd found, ended up wishing i'd left two hours early, which is always the holy road rule of travel...when something important lies ahead....
that was my birthday day, being Born again, back into the now....which is Not fun but still a gift. the weekend was spent celebrating the new life, with constant thanks for baba, the dharma, the manifestor, the long coutry road, the books, the sleeping, the waking, the howling, the big open lake, the breathing, the reaching for light and the Now Clock that ticks in my time. tomorrow's show will tell the whole story. the little boxes exposed, my fight for the right to be in the now, our journey back to new york, our road heading to new hampshire and the healings to come...from the holy road with love and howling - L, X=h/m