another week now. we've got just a while left here in this pine plains residency. mama's doing her thing, moving all things into constant bieng. i've been inside my notes on research with colored pens and glue. renewed vows for the new years declerations of celebration and discipline. plan to start now. abbey's gregg's golden retriever. she's sleeping on the floor by the early fall fire. gregg's sitting with music a while. baba's reading lust for life in the room next door, the dharma's beside him, breathing heavy and restful, like a dharma does, i love this living. the howl-o-weeen ball found its home today. Laura's been driving around the country side in Faith (the spitfire convertable) passing out fliers and hanging up posters around the hudson valley. come october 28th, we'll all dress up like pilgrims kidnapped by indians and like it. i'll go meet the boys in bed now, read my copy of the john irving paperback. gregg's coming with us to boston, he'll sit in and we'll all start the new book of today. tomorrow's the first real holy road tours workshop, "living local in america". i'm so looking forward to the learning. howling to you from the holy road, L X=h/m