too much to tell. writing the novella keeps me away from this blog. but i promise to at least get a few lines up each week. me and figaro are sitting on the porch at st.joseph street. it's chilly out here. october's coming! we are a little tired 'cause we wrote most the night to finish the first chapter. building this co-op with these wonderful columbia citizens is the most fun i've had, maybe ever. knowing that ourstory is possible to create and history is possible to leave behind...of course we must always study it, understand it, recognize it, not repeat it, but let's not create it anymore either...okay? congratulations to gregg's sister who had her baby and to mike hagan had his baby. tony mixed the new howloween ball single "sparty", it'll be up next week. laura and sparty are growing wings and manifesting constantly...what else? for now, just howling to you all,Lizzie X=h/m

baba and i at the table paula and ken lent to the holy road house. both typing on our lap tops to meet deadlines. the moving truck full of gifts arrived yesterday. the baby grand is up in the music room and the red breasted robyn came to give promise of mama with me in eternal time. love is the best teacher, sometimes the hardest too. hoowling to you, X=h/m, LIzzie

nice to talk last night. out in the garden at the holy road house.it's all new. can't say it's not scary. it is. but i'm not growing to get distracted by the destination. I am going to stay with the journey. be clear about the intention and grow it to fruition. A fruition that will feed my soul by practicing the art of creating reality on a whole new level. I'm going all the way Home this time. Creating a collective reality through the BALL. howloweenball.com
They found a fire place for the garden, .35 cents says god is, without a doubt, winking, laughing and howling for the holy road. Howlelujah...
howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m

finding the balance and learning to keep heart over mind, that is the way to eat the fruit. to eat it to its core. If we had finished it to the core, we wouldn't be in this tangle. Just one bite meant a confusing evolution toward learning to just sit and finish the apple on the river bank, saying Thank you! my god that feels good.
But life is demanding. it calls for our time and attention at every detailed pass. there is always something to justify working in the name of your mind and leaving the heart behind. but making a commitment to electing a different dictator, a different source of power....that's what the equation is about. what amazes me is how i can carry around songs, ideas and books of reasearch in my bag of living and then wake up in the morning of my re-birth again and again, knowing i didn't practice the X=H/M method as i had hoped i would. that M somehow negotiated its way into the drivers seat again and took me down a road that H would never of allowed. damn it. I got taken for a ride again, a ride through a world that ticks desperately toward human time.
life is messy and that's the moral of the story. learning to love the mess is how H stays strong, stays the dominant factor in an equation for living that satisfies my eternal being. when M tries to organize the beautiful chaos and compartamentalize my fear of losing control, that's when I can't hear H telling me what to do anymore.
let me promise once again that i'll honor H first. to simplify it, it's like this...next time my mind says...we have to do this, go here, be afraid, wear this...my Heart will firmly but gently remind the Tool (the mind being a miraculous tool, which is productive when it knows its place and dangerous when it tries to command the road) that it is a Tool and nothing more, not the Hand of god (as Whitman says, "the elderhand of my own.") In short, i won't accept my writing time stolen from my Heart schedule, the Now Manager. Indeed, if the mind wants to do something, fine, but it will have to apply for approval from H. "This I replied: no one, if he could help it, would tolerate the presence of untruth in the most vital part of his nature concerning the most vital matters. There is nothing he would fear so much as to harbour falshood in the the soul." - The Republic Of Plato
Heading for the prarie on tuesday is a promise to H. - Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie X=h/m