An Audience Review By David Minton:
It has been my privilege for the last several years to see many extraordinary artists within Club Helsinki's special sanctuary of music and life!

Lizzie's visit on Sunday night just took this old folkie's breath away!! "Reaching for Light" stays with me, two days after her performance, and I expect it will for a long, long time to come.

If you are of her generation, I hope she speaks for you, she represents all the goodness you carry within yourselves.

Speaking as one of her parent's generation, this is what we raise good children to do...love us, teach us, remember us, and remind us that NOW is always the moment we inhabit. This young woman's visit was one of the most memorable performances I have seen. Should you not know of her, by all means visit her website, www.lizziewestlife.com

She brought us beautiful music, word, and presence. Lizzie West is a timeless spirit and ageless soul, seek her out.

David Minton

2/27/2007

http://www.clubhelsinkiweb.com/news197.html

she wants to know....what she should do.... ? where should she go? who should she be? how can she be happy here, now? Dr. Tumblweed's ant-fear tonic will help you remember everything you know. Just toast to Eternity and ask the light carriers to help you keep it lit all the way home.

"afoot and light hearted i take to the open road
healthy and free, the world before me
the long brown path leading wherever I choose
henceforth i ask not good fortune
i myself am good fortune
i whimper no more
postpone no more
make no more querilous complaints
healthy and free
i take to the open road." -Walt Whitman's Song Of The Open Road

-me and the dharma, howling to you from the holy road

"They did not see that they dwelt in a unified cosmos, in god's world, in an eternity where
everything is already born and everything has already died." -Carl Jung "Memories, Dreams, Reflections" (an autobiography)
What is the world?
the lesson rides beside me
trying to get me to listen
and let it rest.
howling love from the road, L and The Dharma dog too

The sun is rising on Pine Plains. I am writing again, bringing chapter five to its ripening, its fruition. Found the key to the door and got back in. My dog that was a long sleep. I am here now again, sneezing twenty times a day, lost the lemons and had too find them. It's too cold to take my god for a walk in the woods, guess I'll have to just have to remember the warmth and walk across the divide, me and the seeing eye god. Peter, Olivia, Nina, Joan, Kri, Heather, Janet, Angie, The Bee Man, Gregg, Kaos, Mike, Mike, James, Alisa, Tracix, and all of the angels who are helping us remember and making Ourstory come true. Thank you. The message will repeat. Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie and The Dharma X=h/m "Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide."-Kahlil Gibran

the only way to remember not to hurt is to love in gratitude, like a child, a plant, a dog, one that needs to be taken care of with good water, steady light, fresh food, long walks ion nature, sleep, and the daily coming of the X. it's that simple but somehow there's always something i forget. what is this forgetting? why is it so much easier to forget than it is to remember? "every frozen soul, every good inention turned dishonest, these are the gross manifestations of our darkest fears, our mortality looking deep into the eyes of our citizenship, a paralysis of our higher mind and our greater spirit." Packing up Mama's apartment two years after she's gone... swings me somewhere but not here. Mama! -Howling to you from the holy road, X=h/m, me and the dharma dog both.

Early monday morning in New York. Reading Black Elk Speaks and asking the voice to speak, still inside the dream. "Up on the Madison Fork the Wasichus had found much of the yellow metal that they worship and that makes them crazy..."- Black Elk. Waking up now. Howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie and The dhaRma dog.

digesting the memories is all part of remembering, sometimes painful but feels so good when it finally goes down and delivers itself as waste on the other side of time. the desperate clocks are trying to hold on but they have no chains that can't be opened anymore, there is no shape they can create that won't fit this key...this is freedom and so they can't seem to get a lock down on me, their c, leaving them stuck with nothing but a shell of control. "and by habit they shortened their thoughts so as not to wander into the darkness beyon tomorrow."- Carson McCullers
-howling in love, me and the dharma both

I know this blog has been neglected. i want to give it new life somehow, starting today it is an effort of remembrance of Now. i just love reading baba's stories. perhaps i'll try a quote and a virtual hug from me and the dharma. we send it from here, deep in the woods of our imagination, where we're writing the wonderful adventures of the holy road. "of all the needs that a lonely child has, the one that must be satisfied if there is to be a hope and a hope of wholeness is the unshakable need for an unshakable god. -Maya Angelou's, I know why the caged bird sings." -howling to you from the holy road, Lizzie and the dharma dog
Reminder: "they won't bury us 'till we die."