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WHAT'S GOING ON

People often ask me what I’m doing now! I didn't updated this section since pandemic days/lockdown. Following what I was doing before ( right now ... )

I am healing! For Real! I am integrating and connecting teachings, meditations and travel in time. I am on Cloud 9. I am seeing better, I have more clarity, calm and confidence! I think I am reconnecting with my old brain just before I was a 25-year-old car accident passenger.

I am writing a healing diary with every single person's name I encounter in magical walks in my neighborhood.

I am meditating and doing my physical therapy exercises (including 10-lbs weights) every day. Since June 5th I listen to the guided meditation of Joe Dispenza called "You are The Placebo" twice a day. My cells are reconnecting and having so much fun. As if I was on an all-inclusive exclusive pet resort.

I’m listening to Rick Rubin’s podcast and his wonderful book, "The Creative Act of Being," is almost always within arm’s reach in my apartment. 

I no longer volunteer at Woodhull Hospital Artist Program with an HIV Wellness group who became my family—the shitty politics of the hospital made my beloved Eileen Venero retire early. Eileen ran the program for years and knew all the family members form their childhood and neighborhood and we are talking of a group where the youngest was maybe 60 years old. 

I am going to New Vibe Yoga once a week, the former Yoga to the People space on St Marks Place in the East Village. I take classes with the sweetest yoga teacher, ever, sweet Angeliq. I also take classes with the founder, Alex Shatzsberg, who has the most beautiful private garden on the rooftop. I stopped taking Chi-Kung and Core Motion classes since my dear friend Carol Porteous passed away on July 20, 2020. We both were part of the collective The Commons Choir, which I also miss dearly. 


Lately, I’ve been listening to the genius Sly Stone, maestro of the multifaceted hit-making band Sly & The Family Stone. I could make a thousand t-shirts from Sly’s powerful and witty lyrics. THANK YOU, SLY For Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin and THANK YOU for your music. Check his New York Times obituary. 

I’ve been Listening to Radio Isla Negra when I go to Mana Contemporary and work at Xan Padron's studio.

I’ve been biking along the Hudson River and letting the trees swipe my hair when I ride under them.

And I’ve been having lots of Fun with my Folks, LAUGHING in different languages! HA! HA! HA! JA! JA! JA! (Yes!)

I’ve been connecting to Bruce Willis [photo and bio below]—a furry cat that my friend Elyse Allen brought me from Santa Fe because she thought I was the person who would know what to do with it. Well, that turned me into a Pet Mama. When I pin them on my clothing, people want to pet them. My hand-carved wooden tiger, along with my 40-year-old Gizmo and my 45-year-old Yoda are guarding my dearest friend Jean Marie Casbarian in her apartment.


I got the idea for this page from Nayland Blake via Derek Sivers via James T. Green. Maybe you should make one too. 

Bruce Willis arrived to the kitchen table of my apartment in Sunnyside, Queens, on December 5, 2019. Like Moses, they was wrapped in a cloth, possibly  from the Tanoan people. A golden and shiny blanket filled with chocolates from Santa Fe, the kind that you never know what you're going to get. Their weight at birth was 0.375 gr. It took me a while to figure out the diaper situation but you do what you have to do. We both now happily live in the West Village in a five-floor walk up rent-stabilized apartment on the same block as Julius’, the oldest gay bar of New York City. Bruce found a new caretaker and roommate in Chupis Mokele-mbembe Grover Farley who loves them dearly. They are stealing hearts every day.

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