SAGE Clearing... I loaned this one to one of my landlords, as collateral while she wits for me to pay my storage rent fee!!!! Mind you, the rain has stopped, and that is an outdoor garage space. I am praying that I find a warm dry place where I can let the video master tapes de-mold, so that I can roll them one last time, in order to copy them digitally to DVD... then, it will be knocking those videos down to 10 or 20 minute segments for that new satellite channel up in the city!... and if all goes well, translate all this hard work into paid bills, once again. I sense the wave is almost here.... yeah. the large version of this painting was given to Doug, who now lives on Rick Allen's estate...., you know, the one armed drummer for Def Leopard? while they were visiting in Boulder, and getting to know each other between practice sessions for Rick's band, I was out here in California.... I woke up in the middle of the night and felt the urge to turn on the tv... I rolled the channels to PBS at 3 am... and there was Rick! showcasing his drum kit with two peddles, and sleeveless shirt proud of being confident and wearing his scar like a badge... needless to say, I felt in sync. 

Ok, so there have been these comments about the PROCESS... folks tell me there is so much talk about this and that "work" and they feel left out... I can understand this... i guess I have been telling some stories that may make some feel "inadequate"... so, how bout if I share one technique for "finding things"?. this is a simple one, and we all do it already, to some degree.... I take it for granted, after all these years... but here goes.... You know the feeling of losing a tack on the floor? You know, the clear kind that are hard to see? Let's say you want your mind to "read" the ground and find it, but know there isn't enough available light to consciously "see" the tack.... Here's what you do, you picture it in your mind. Try it. Next time you lose a contact, or a pin, or the channel changer, or measuring tape among the lumber in a project... or try to find something in the mess of your car trunk, try this, ENVSION IT IN YOUR MIND ... do this very gently, don't force... just let the image appear in your mind... and turn it around, back and forth, while you scan th earea where you are searching. Works like a charm.... REALLY. This technique helped me find a contact lost by a friend in a dusty field. I scanned the 20 square feet of space where we all were playing touch football. Nobody could see the contact... the dust had settled, and the grime of the dirt had covered all but 1% of the glass. I sanned and envisioned the contact in my mind, I could see it reflecting off the sun... then my eyes settled on an area and I waited, I knew it was close... gradually it came into focus, hidden mostly by dirt...... There is another technigue similar to this, but completely the opposite, for reaching the subconscious memory. First, some foundation information; everything that the eyes see gets registered in the mind, beyond thought. Once you see it, or set it down, a portion of your mind knows where it is. Whether it is your cell phone, a lost purse, or a channel changer, you can reach that area of mind by envisioning the item internally.... Once you have the inner picture, just erase the image and go to automatic action... This technique takes practice. once I lost my G harmonica... this was the first time I tried this, by the way. 20 years back (these days, I use this technigue almost daily)... we were on the way to a gig, and I had to find the G ahrp quick, but I had searched and searched for it... and I was completely frustrated. A BIG CLUE; frustration never helps the mind help you. So... I left the frustration out of the equation aand first showcased the missing harp in my mind's eye... then I walked out of the room... and in front of friends, I blanked my mind, turned around,and walked right back in and reached where my mind suggested, there it was!..... an advanced version of this is to get that parking space in the area of town where you need to find parking, on the way there (driving) , gently nudge you r mind about the inner purpose of your journey. See the empty space happen, in your mind's eye... that is, envision a person leaving a parking stall right as you drive up to your destination, or see your self parking without any trouble... do this periodically as you drive. gently, none force... and let your inner hearing get the re-inforcement that "a parking space will flow open with ease" or some similar affirmation.. gently, non-force. With any of these technigues, make no show if they work. Let them be natural, since they are... and if they do not work, accept the results equally. You are traingin your mind to work on your behalf. By contacting distant events/ allowance of unfoldment, you integrate these avenues with each attempt... yet, the word attempt is, in itself too much force. .... Let's say you have a sense of purpose for meeting someone. You have to allow their choice, and not yours, is the most important portion of the process. you can't put that on th etimeline. Having a purpose positive, or resolution orientated, is the best way to get results. See beauty unfold, and let the time come forward most appropriate. Today, I ran into my friend Erin. I had been envisioning that one gently for the past 2 weeks. Becuase of the distance I was from town, and because of my odd schedule, I let our hearts meet with each time I visited the visual idea. And that was complete in itself. Now, the day for me arriving into town was sunny and bright... I carried out my errands and then returned to the town center to see some other firends. And there was Erin's SUV. but, no hurry, I had other destination on that block... I fufilled those, then questioned my inner mind, "where is she, which place on this street today?" A series of ideas came... and I tried the first one... there she was! no force, a tender hug, some uplifitng words and we parted. The meeting was as much business in process as anything. all was accomplished in less than 8 minutes. She was on her way soemwhere, so was I... no force. But the infinity inside the warmth of her hug... that lasted the whole day after that... and so it goes..... Another versino of this, is to send thoughts and ideas, and heart felt love to long distant friends and family by envisioning them in the heart, and then letting that moment be warm presence... then let it go. See if their reply doesn't show up soon after! How do you know their reply? Well, with a little practice, you can tell the difference between thought/impressions that arise out of you and others that have signitures of other minds/hearts. Notice the difference. the trick, if you want to call it that, is towards non-force, and emptiness. concsider the reasons you want to send that wave in their direction. The fastest impulses are love-based. Try it and you will see. you can contact anyone from your innermost heart... far better than telepathy. So there. that's a few. More to come... rmember, the reason these are presented here, is because folks have told me they feel left out. Once you try these a few times, find your own style and you will eventually see that you have already been doing a version of these naturally in your automatic thought process. All that you need to consider is the intention and the purpose for getting a refined version of what you already do. How can you use these skills and help build more beauty? that's the key... any other reason is useless. forget about the folks who wish each other harm. If you want to try shielding yourself, see yourself engulfed in a "tube of light" from earth to sky. Let the center be white light and cover that with blue and rose.... or just realize that any enemy who wished harm on you will get a thousand times reflected back upon themselves if you do not do their dance... notice your core light... and find grace their. I guess I could learn from this one, right now today... the best way to defeat an enemy is to reply with love. There yo go.... enough to keep you busy... so it goes. Brought to you by the complainers. Let's all thank them for the idea of sharing technigues... have any? leave them as a comment... we'll check them out. ... by the way, this is Earth Mover IV. Notice the stillness in his hearet/mind while he dances. Notice the shift of energy from the front to the back of him... the idea is that he meets the rain of opposition, and glides through it, re-energizing it and amplifying through his intent. While dancing his dance, he "moves the earth" with his intent. Hence the name, "Earth Mover"... painted in 1990 by me, and sold to Lou and Joy... they still owe me a medicine shirt and a hundred bucks... oh well... I am just grateful for all the excellent prayer ceremonies they have held in it's presence... in a sense, I felt like I was there...and so it goes. 

The goddess Queen and Geronimo

I lost my gut, these past few weeks. It was a pleasure. The diet? ..... Rice, Chorella, some high-powered herbs, Sweatlodges, blood purifiers, EATING the FEAR DRAGON'S tale-TAIL, Facing the music, honoring the Goddess, Dreaming of dancing with beauty, s**t-loads of tears, organic bread, and the grace of BIG HAWK. Moving my stuff alone through all nighters, with heart breaking because this journey seemed so alone, then finding myself in prayer with friends and hearing grateful encouragement for times years ago, when (they say) I'd done the right thing.... even though it was heard, I am still absorbing all this might mean.... and then I see, the GUT, well, the GUT is gone. And the light in the eyes appeared once again. .... No kidding. .... No kidding. .... on cliff's edge, I get this grace. But how can I really, really know this is more than dillusion? Well, let me tell you, I feel the tender warmth of a few close friends and the snuggly hugs of women I respect deeper than I can describe. With their gratitude for my survival, I can't go wrong. So.... like the honorable warrior I am, I step up to the task and I bring back artifacts that show I will protect them, as best I can... I salute the other warriors around me, who shine refelcted as equals.... and we all know we cannot match the women, but it's worht a try to do what we can from where we stand. .... Just so they can shimmer their beauty. I got a big test this very evening. I was sitting out back of Starbuck's with a Ritzo coffee after admiring the small of a goddess back, with beuatiful angel tattoo, and while dreaming of the painting she and I planned, in comes the silver BMW, and out glides the goddess Grace Kelly match we'll call Jackie. The name's been changed folks, or has it???? You will never know, unless I showcase my Vermeer talent on her presence. So much high powered beauty in her grace, so much glow, it has to be hard for her to exist in the concrete .... Why do I want to paint her??? Why? .... Isn't it obvious she is just trying to live with that handicap? Like a millionaire, or a famous celebrity, she gets accosted everywhere she goes. Taken onto Yachts, for rides to exotic places.... she will never know a life like mine... Why paint her? Why? I hear her voice, I say, "Jackie... take my card... read the Blog... let me know if you want to be the painting of our dreams".... and she, once again, says "thanx".... unbelievable.... It is I who feels grateful, grateful that she doesn't tell all men to fly a kite.... I know she gets cards tossed to her all the time... So.... what if she reads this? What does it mean? ... Does it mean any more than that piece of art I delivered to Joan Baez last week? Does it mean any more than the painting I gave my healer friend Mo? Does it mean any more than the two pieces I sold to Derry for 1.00 per hour? .... ? .....?Why paint Jackie? Lord knows it is going to be a difficult task. I'll have to surpass every past painting to get close.... I could film a dozen movies on the way she walks.... I could interview her for centuries and never define her.... It's so huge, how could it be this huge? If she reads this, she'll think I am a tune. She's half my age, has all the richest guys in town trying to find time with her, and she wants to study photography... What's my story? ....Wanna know the first time I saw her? I'll tell you, I was visiting with friends (on their dime) in the back room cigar lounge of a local Cuban restaurant. In walks a group of college kids, and I feel the air shift like a time traveler entered... it turns my head, and then I see her sit on this pretty boys lap, and it makes no sense. She, the Queen Godddess of that whole room, paraded around like a trinket and smarter than all of us put together. It hurt to watch it... Even crazier to write that it hurt... Now I've done it... will she ever call me if she reads this? After 35 years as professional artist, painting paintings for something more than money, giving most of my stuff away super cheap, I am ready to do the Vermeer painting of my dreams, because this is all I could ever do, if she would pose in the same room!. I am seeing my Diebenkorn moment, my Wayne Thiebold reality, my Monet, my Degas, my Gerhardt Richter, my Da Vinci code... right there in 3d. And I know... I KNOW, if she ever gives me a chance to paint her, it's gonna kick my ass big time. It's a project that I cannot fail! But... way, way, way, before that... she says "thank you", that day, the very next morning after I first saw her way back when, the next morning, that long ago day after I first saw her, when she arrived at Starbuck's dressed in the same clothes... hair a flutter, shimmering just a little less.... and I had to walk out and hit my knees outside her car and write my e-mail address on the inside of a Natural American Spirit cigarette box... and she had no idea what I was talking about, when I said, "I want to... I need to paint you... if you want"...., and then I studied my steps as I walked with confidence right back inside... leaving her presence as quickly as I could, because, folks, because, because, because she is a walking billionaire on beauty... and it made no sense to take up her time!.... All the self talk I could muster, helped me piece myself back together and I was fine with never hearing from her... "whew, I thought, I sure survived that challenge" .... and then... well, and then, she shows up again in my world... this time, pouring wine like a goddess for us all, 3 months later! "how in the world could this creature need to work for a living???" There she was putting on her graceful show, pouring a full bottle one handed, bending at the knee, doing the full body graceful... and I watched and waited as we all went through 3 bottles before I revealed I was the same painter she'd met back then...It made no sense, to see her in that 10 dollar an hour job... unless ... well, unless, INTEGRITY ruled her world, folks. Cause, we all know there are bunches of hungry millionaires ready to snatch her up and put her in a cage, yet she is free! Amazing. So, I flipped her a card mid-way through our bizness meeting, and everyone laughed when they heard me tell her how I knew of her... yet she was so amazed, and surprised I was the same artist.... and even more surprised I remembered her, and even more... yeah even more surprised that I let her have the space to decide and not follow through! That was 6 months ago. UNTIL...Tonight... out back of Starbuck's, late at night, while I was working on a HAVANA SEED, Dominican cigar, I see her drive up, get a coffee and come walking back out... and I say, "Jackie" ... and she turns, then thanks me for my best card yet.... and it's just simply off the charts, this idea that we'd see each other again, in this way, this one random time I am in town and there... the first time I am there in weeks. Co-incidence? Maybe. .... Let me say this, and hear me, hear me please. ... Time gets measured in intervals like this. Many more in my day, than just Jackie appearing every 3 to 6 months. I wonder to myself, what happens in her world between these moments? I sure hope deep and great things... but who knows. who knows. Ultimately , it isn't about whether paintings happen or not... yet, I sure hope they do... It's about measuring the times of change betwen these 30 second meetings. True? or not?....The responsibilities are great, in relation to her. I know, if she calls and if she poses, I'll once again be teaching martial arts to a woman. If she wants to learn, that will take precedent ofver any art or posing... to allow her to find the trust, and meanwhile , to help her stay safe and protected.... a bigger thing than a simple painting. Ways to defeat a foe in the dark. I'll show her everything I know, if she cares to learn it. Anything to keep her safe for life... yet we all know life has it's own process. But two people meeting in a world like ours, well, it should reward each of us... and it shouldn't be about who is beauty walking, or who isn't . She is just as much a person as the one who greeted me at the vitamin department of C-Sun, and said, "Toe Knee, how did you know I thought of seeing you today"? And so it goes. Around each and every corner, another friend to meet... another moment to share... interwoven with other moments of challenge and dreams in process of becoming. Life as usual , on planet earth. ..... This guy appearing in this photo with me, his name is Geronimo III and he is 105 years old in this photo. I was stuck in Tucson back in 94.... And I was living in my car while I waited for a painting to be shipped that could be sold to a shop owner for enough to buy gas to leave that city. I decided to go to the mountains outside of town and climb up high and do ceremony. I met the legend of Tucson there, during that visit... and I met this guy, and a famous performer's bas player's son, who gave that famous performer a message for me...and I met many, many others... others. This guy has been visited by George Senior, every year for years and fully depuitiszed as CIA auxilliary. Why would George do that? Because George was/is paying tribute to his great grandfather who defeated our best back in the 1800's... I shouldn't say "our best", since it wasn't "my best" warriors back then. I simply do not agree with the way Geronimo was chased through the cactus... My relatives were still in Germany then, so I am off the hook!... but, let's just say that Geronimo was victorious for so many battles, all with less than 30 warriors and stealth. It took Tom Horn and an old German tracker to get Geronimo to surrender. A matter of honor brought him in... the right kind of tactics and enough time to define his future... Still, can our society explain Geronimo traveling the world in a model T selling autographs for a dollar to live???? If you ever see the photos of great grandfather, father and this one all together, you will see this guy at age 2, small and wondering where his future was headed... and now you see him here. Must be dead by now.... When I visited him, he said loud and clear, "I got nothing to teach you" , and he meant it. So... I asked if I could take his photo, and he charged me 2 bucks. he didn't like my Handmade Hopi medicine shirt, and he didn't like seeing another Whiteman come to "worship him"... yet, I truly wasn't. I looked at him from a sideways glance and knew he was challenging me to test me into showing true motivation, or get lost. I knew my place was up on the mountain and with prayers, so I let it all be ok to leave fast.... It was a side journey to pay tribute, but I didn't have any badges to offer, or status to convince him my aim was true... Had to leave that for George Senior. Anyway... this doesn't really have anything to do with the portrait of Jackie. or does it? We all get to meet in this realm... 3d land, this life is such a dream in process, isn't it? I mean, isn't it??? Time does go by, we fill up our space... you ... I..... everything in between is still a dream coming true... hope yours shines like a brand new buffalo nickel. Just remember, your only duty is to fill up the space you inhabit. Fill it with beauty that is your own... and love the talents, the grace, the responsibilities you have... or leave it like the Buddha and test the realms of Being... it's all the same, as long as your life dream is the one you are blessed with, from inside out, you can do nothing less powerful than to allow it to blossom 

Equal or Non-Equal???

Equal or Non-equal? ...... This living in the 21st century is a real problem for me. Like, for instance, today. I read this really excellent opportunity on a community bulletin board up north. I made the long drive there, had no idea the gas cost. Barely made it. Upon arrival, after many gated passwords and the exact right amount of private distance from any main roads, I saw the skyline in all directions, old growth rainforests California style. But something didn't feel right. Why? I kept wondering, but I knew the drive was for me. I'd made the effort, I'd shown my deepest desire and I ponied up the gas, the time, the motivation and the expectation for miracle, all plenty enough for truest payback. But what kind of payback? You see.... I get these intuitions at times, and this was one of those times. Lots of training, lots of sacrifice involved in such effort, and now, I felt somewhat out of place. How could this be? I stop my art truck at the nearest shack, "this must be it", I was thinking, then out of the building comes my old friend TEX. What????? Almost in unison, he and I both say, "dude, I didn't expect to see you here!". Tracking back my conversation with the big king landlord who had invited me to the interview today, I remembered his words, "the last guy here, was a pathological liar".... Oh no, I was thinking, oh no, the guy was talking about my friend TEX.... Ouch. How could this be? And then I figured out why I'd gotten up mid afternoon yesterday, after an all-nighter (yeah, another one), and I'd walked up to the cafe, had a coffee and found myself walking up and shaking TEX's hand yesterday.... I remembered the words that I was inspired to say yesterday, no need to repeat them here, but now.... now, it made all the sense in the world, why he had responded as he did yesterday to me. It all matched up.... Out in the middle of Switzerland in the alps of California deep inland, we both were standing... Jaws agape.... And we both say "dude, it makes so much sense you are here... Yet it is all too eerie".... As if, on cue, TEX fills me in... And now I feel somewhat saved, saved by the bell...Saved by providence, saved by guides or angels or Jesus, once again.... I got the lowdown from TEX. The dangers at hand, the reason the place was slimy with residue of death. The guy before TEX died there... And the landlord king had just sued TEX and threatened him with a body bag.... And I'd have none of that in my life now. Thank you TEX. Most folks would not write a story like this in a blog like this. Why are you reading it... What does it mean? Well, #1, I knew I had to pray over the spot where that guy died 6 months back.... TEX says he must have been doing something illegal, well, the pall over that area of the room was unmistakable. So we locked hands and it was set free.... Now, the rest of the story. I got to read the landlord kings agreement with TEX, the written detailed version, and I knew I wouldn't submit to such overseership...., then I heard the upside of the pristine nature sanctuary, and the downside you've mostly already heard. ..... I decided to try my meeting with the landlord king, and I walked down the pathway to his castle. Yeah, I want to call it a castle, because it was huge and indoor garden , swimming pool and all. But still, not a feeling of peace there... I rang the bell, tracked around the side of his huge house, and out came this old burned out guy... And I feel bad to say this, but I knew I would not live on his land immediately. Luckily, he asked me to go back up to the other shack and wait, "he had something to do , first"... So, I made fast tracks and when I got there , I said, "TEX, you saved my life, buddy"..... Tell that joker I got confused and thought he said come back some other time".... Tex asked "dude, you bailing?" ... I said, "yeah", and we both laughed..... We laughed because we both knew I was fully motivated. And I got out of dodge, but quick. TEX tossed me a 20 for the gas home, and I rolled back up through the maze of canyon. Through the herds of cattle, towards the sunset..... Rolling home. Life on planet earth is sure a funny thing for me. I use these words "vow" and folks think I am trying to be Jesus. No way... But still a vow. I saw that shroud of death leave that house, when we prayed. Maybe that landlord king deserved to have his handyman shack cleared and that soul set free. Maybe. I had no choice. We were there, 2 or more praying a soul to have peace works every time if you are sincere.... Just so happens I can't refuse when I encounter such fields of confusion... Pockets of misery and trauma... Ouch. But now I write about it... And if you go this far to write about such things , folks will throw stones at you. I got this e-mail today from an old friend. He's been holding me to trauma times 15 years ago when my whole life fell to shreds. Lately, I have been reading about the Buddha and all he renounced/lost. It goes with the work. But just because others stick to their roles even though they compromise, they have to toss stones or words at me because I survived such losses and did not die. Here's what happened, I got on my knees and asked God to carry it for me... I made deeper vows, my heart raced till it was way past broke, but it did not break physically, though it broke spiritually and emotionally, and in every other way. The room filled with light and I got another chance, and then another, and then another... Each time, the room filled with light. When I work for/on people, the same occurs. Just because healing comes for them does not mean it is me. We may agree that the need is present, we may agree that the soul deserves, but it is blessings from God/Goddess. And I KNOW I always emphasize that we are all equal in the equation. Yet, the one who is casting stones at me for trauma I barely survived 15 years ago... Well, he learned the sweatlodge ceremony from me, or thought he did. But he forgot to look out for all the participants. And he forgot to call me to run that sweat... So the guy who 's idea it was to have that sweat 20 years back, well, he died in the sweat. I was not there... But I felt responsible. So, I went to that men's group, after I burned down my own lodge in prayer ceremony. I chastised them for forgetting about each other, for not watching out for each other... But deep in my heart, I really wondered, was it all caused because I emphasized we are all equal? Was it because I ensured each of those men that the ceremony was between them and God/Goddess, in their own hearts? Did I under emphasize the fact that I had taken these vows since an early age? What is a person like me supposed to do, parade around as something special and flash mystery? I hate doing that. Then again, when I don't do this, danger seems to be ignored. So, what do I do? ..... I am getting really , really, really tired of trying to do my part as "spirit" directs me, like today, then finding out later that folks chastise me for "trying to be holy". Who is trying to be anything.... ? ....Haven't I said, over and over and over again that your path is your path and equally sacred? ... I wake up each and every day, and I follow the directives of the day. Let me tell you a true story, and see if you have stuff like this happen for you....This past week, I was feeling the call of my Scottish brother, the guy I met last year out back of Starbuck's we share similar backgrounds. His was in Scotland, mine in the Midwest USA... We came from families where honor and sacredness and service and hard work all played a part in creating lives of integrity in our respective families. So, we connected whenever he had stuff from his corporate responsibilities to talk over, or when I had stuff from my service/Aha workshop process to discuss.... But now, since I am embarking on other journeys up the hill, we don't have the schedules which match whereby we can meet in the physical. I could feel him wondering about me, where I was , from the distance... Late in the night, I decided to put on my documentary of the band Chupacabra filmed back in 99. 10 minutes into the filming, I saw him... Right there. Figure it out folks, way beyond co-incidence. You ever have an experience like this? Maybe, maybe not. No doubt about it, it was my Scottish Friend, a younger version.... Now, please explain to me where I got the impulse that night to pick up a video from my hundreds of Toe Knee Show filmings, and found the exact clip of a person I didn't know back then???? You tell me. Come on... All you stone throwers think this is easy? You think this isn't borderline stuff that can rack your heart, mind, brain? I got over questioning it years ago... But why do I have to have folks I allow into my heart trash me about "trying to be a prophet... trying to be Jesus,... trying to be Holy".....hogwash. I am just trying to do what spirit calls me to do! This has happened so many times, I can't count them all. But you want to know why I am so poor, or why I live for something other than profit? Let me tell you this, "it hurts to live in this century" ... It surely does. I stepped into my friends carpet store, and I told him I wanted to fix his roof. His words to me that day were these, "I have been praying to Allah for someone to come and fix it, you are the person who can". His words , not mine. So, I fixed his roof. .... This person I have been serving lately, this woman in the neighborhood, she wants to use her life to help people. So I have offered to "train her" ... Meanwhile, I am in need, in need, in need. She knows, and I know , I have not shown her any gift she can give which would remove the storm clouds from around me. I remove hers, as best I can, and then I find out later, she tells folks "Toe Knee sure has some tall tales" ... Meanwhile, she knows I mentioned to her a week before that, that she should try not to discuss me with doubters..., because I can feel those words from a distance, and they do not help me with my own storm. So.... As an extra measure, I find myself telling her a story about something that (midway through my talk) she says "I experienced that when I was a kid", and I understand completely that the odds of me telling her such a story are slim, at best. I knew her elders on the other side were beckoning with the impulsed words, and I said, "so, I think this is your mother and father" , the one's who took her to that place, and showed her the thing I'd brought up in that talk. How would I have known that? No way, folks, no physical way on earth that I would have known that childlike joy she was revisiting regarding that moment her parents brought for her and her brother when she was just a little child. And the tears rolled down her cheeks. Precious. It's really, really, really , really scary to me that I would write this stuff here for you to read. You think I want to write this stuff??? I need to paint paintings, folks, I got places to go... Things to do.... A life to live... Yet, I took these vows... To be of service, and it kicks my ass to reveal this stuff here. .... Today, I stood where a young buck , mountain climber died in front of his girl friend... I'd driven many, many , many miles... And then I found myself standing over that spot. Seeing that wound in the ether... And praying it free. You don't think I had something better to do the whole time? Think again. This is my work, not yours... Don't try it at home. But you have YOUR version and the biggest art of all is a true shared smile. Get it? Why waste time throwing stones at me, or resenting me for my work? Ridiculous! We are all just plummers, carpenters, builders, cooks, gardeners, teachers... Whatever.... And each role is NECESSARY. Just remember that beneath your every thought, you carry intention and attention, and precious care.... Some call it love... So, match that intention with your truth and your style and your divine presence from deep within, and no matter what the action, it will always be MIRACLE! Call it what you will, it's life, and we got to live it... Face your cutting edge journey with courage, and know when to rest... And be careful about taking credit, it hardly ever matches what you really are doing which is far , far, far , bigger... Just by showing up!