In The Time Spiral Through Which I Fly

The fall brings changes again. Traveling through time, the cycles make themselves known. The pattern becomes so clear it is invisible. I can see through the veil. Eye real*Eyes, Eye am alive inside the dream. Eye can change the dream but there is no need. The dream is e*X*Actly how Eye wish it to be. My re*Membering Mates make it clear, Eye can trust the source and be at peace, The re*Membering is here.

Today's thank you goes to these re*Membering Mates of mine, my soul brother Cam and my soul mate, my loving husband, Baba. Thank you for all you do, for all the thank yous I may forget to say to day, thank you for helping me find The Tumbleweed Cabaret. In trust from the holy road. Your re*Membering Mates, Holy How*l and Dharma.

Opposite The RNC and in the now

The journey to Minnesota was full of love. The Dharma stayed on Prince Street with Laura, our friend and former road master. Meanwhile, Baba and I flew and stayed true, eating airport food. Finding our family at the rental car place was a comfort as we passed an endless stream of cold faced republicans. Hilly gave me bear hug #1. We laughed and loved it. Cam gave me bear hug #2. We laughed and loved it.

We all, Cam, Hilly, Baba and I, surrendered to being lost as we tried to find our way through the twin cities. I think one of the hardest things to do in life is to love being lost. We laughed and loved it.

The gas masks and riot gear didn't scare us away. We were two blocks from the convention center and watched as the hellicopters swarmed.

At The Tumbleweed Cabaret, we further energized our alliance with catalysts for change. The Busdriver and Mama Hillybean say it all in this photo. Something good has begun! The c*Lock people couldn't get us. They did NOT steal The Ball Of Peace which is getting too large for the holy road case. We dedicated the show to Mama 'cause her brthday would have been the next day. Then we dedicated the show to Amy Goodman who had been arrested earlier that night.

Holy How*l took us all for a ride as the audience danced and sang through the here and now of St. Paul. Then, together, we all went rolling through cyber space. I give the crowd a 10! What a great audience of activists. They were so active and present in their bodies of now, they healed me through the performance. Thank you to all who were there.

Thank you to Dr. Bronner's and The Brother's Melville for making the Sept 1st event possible. May we all continue to protect the light. Thank you to Ronnie Cummins, Organic Consumer's Association, Jeff Norman, Tour Of Duty, Scott Ritter, Mama Hillybean, The Busdriver, Bobby, Daniel, Adam, and the family at Code Pink and all the thank you's I forgot. Something good has begun. We are growing like a magical tumbleweed.
In trust and solidarity from the holy road,
your artist. X=h/m Lizzie and the dharma dog.