THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

 One of the most powerful women in my life was Sita. She was an upper-echelon devotee of Gurumayi, during the years I was involved with the ashram in Oakland. She knew Muktananda. I don't remember exactly how she and I met. I should ponder that some... the moment and situation in which she and I met and started our journey together... it must have been a seemingly inconsequential meeting in the Amrit (ashram dining room)... wow, some scenes are coming back to my memory... I think it might have been during a busy morning in the Amrit, perhaps a Sunday after the Guru Gita was chanted and I decided to ask if I could sit at her table because the Amrit would have been full, and it was at a time when my defenses of shyness were weakened... ashram life did that for me, opened my heart, emboldened me to just be myself and not be afraid of meeting new people. I had no intention of trying to make a connection with Sita... I don't even know if I had ever seen her before. I might have. I m...

i've been in need of, and in search of a writing mentor for a number of years now, and well, this week she found me. she is offering all of the support that i have hungered for. the companionship and attention i have believed would help me obtain the focus i need to get focused enough to pour out this novel, and finish writing it. how she has the time for me, i do not understand. maybe she is intrigued by my story and would like to be able to read it. i think she does this for others too, as she is a professional writer and teacher. i just feel blessed that i've slipped into her camp and that she appreciates what i have brainstormed so far, and that she shares a sense of both belief and expectation in me, that i can and will finish this project. in a way, this is evidence of me shifting into a high gear of manic activity, and i know that i should be wary of over extending myself. i am pulling back the reigns on the photo project, which i clearly have already overextended myself...