We skip out of town to Tucumcari/New Mexico/it is a rt.66 memorial

• There is a dream/it always begins with a dream. We are prepared to risk everything to travel five thousand miles to the desert. Danielle prepares snacks and hotels/bottled water/she is our grand advisor and beautiful spirit daughter, We arrive in Tucumcari at sundown/we drive up the steep canyon road and see the red stone of our salvation. The earth seems to call us in to it. The sage infiltrates brains/for three days we harvest small gourds and try to center our selves /the lizards of the land. The paintings have a purple hue in the sky and the mesas seem to breathe the red air. It is hot and dry and the lakes are red puddles and rivers are stream deep in to the earth. We find one room adobe house and meet with the rancher who owns it. We will have to wait for a settlement.

The inevitable happens/ We enter in to the third realm

• We have come to the conclusion that there is nothing sacred in the house. Pablo and Kira have returned from the Vermont getaway. The baby Indy is beginning to take steps. We await the new baby and Adam is back on his feet from a bout with teething. Summer is hot and oppressive in the big city. We arrive in the north land for a over-grown look at this summer. The painti

  ngs are postured for the long trip to the coast. We are escorting the stone to the new destination. Once we step down in paradise our inner thoughts will have ceased. We have worked all year to make this happen and only God knows how we deserve it.

the glass booth never leaves my mind/how could the rubber man and the fat lady with the beard not be real

Almost three weeks since MJ HITS THE HIGH ROAD. The avatars still in place/we have transcended the malaise of our own inter-relationship. We still carry the burdens of our own individual mediums. It is this cross reference which gives us light and hopefully not 'FLIGHT" Tomorrow we fly to TORONTO/a city not far from where our hearts stood still/Pab and Ben le

arned to walk/ALO and Danielle entered the world.

call me whack you piece a shyt hip-hop -moron cause your mama can't hold you

• This big ole headed boy seems to want my lunch. We have been in the Village too long,it's time to pull up stakes and hit the high road. The kids are grown and we have all but to make sure the tomatoes ke
  ep coming so that the Danielsons have some vitamins.