Baby Love

      Johneo and I finished the first two levels of Rene and Vira's earth floor in their Gompa building.  It feels great in there and I'm so happy building meditation spaces for people. But after mixing so many wheel barrows full of earth, Johneo said "This is the last time we do this.  Next time we use the cement mixer."  Of course, how perfect.  That's what they're made for.  After three days of tedious manual labor, Johny and I would exclaim at random moments, "No one can work like we do! Nah-Naaah-NahNah!" We had to do this, you see, or we'd fall to the ground in exhaustion.  But it's not true. Bert can work harder then we do.  Bert is the man.  A sudden downpour forced us inside the building for five min.  Both of us laid down and instantly fell asleep.  I awoke with a start not realizing I had fallen asleep.  Best five min. nap ever.  

    I remember when I first heard about blogging.  One of my friends was keeping a blog and I was like "What do you put in it?"  She said she put what ever she was thinking of.  I thought that was the most boring thing I had ever heard.  So if you're reading this I thank you and I also rejoice that I didn't plant so many anti-blog seeds that no one reads this thing.  Not too long ago, the only people that got widely published were people that were actually good writers.  The internet gives voice to so many people now.  It's good. It breaks down the barriers between people.  It shows me that I'm not different from most people.  We're not all great writers but we have great stories.  

     So much is happening on and around DMU right now.  But it's all in the realm of interpersonal relationships so I ain't gonna talk about it.  It's private, yo.  I will say that it is an honor to be around people working hard to get clear with their loved ones.  Working on opening the heart.  Reading my older blogs I see I'm always talking about this.  Heart opening.  It's the most interesting thing for me right now.  It sort of trumps other topics for me, really.  It influences my view on all other things.  What does it matter what I think of this thing or that if my heart is closed?  It would be the opinion of someone who's not all there or just running off mental afflictions.  I think that is why we often get the best advice from our mothers and fathers.  Yes, they know us pretty well.  But they love us more than anyone else in the world, even ourselves.  They know how to love us.  Why does Grandma's cooking taste so good?  Okay, yes, she has been making this dish for longer then I've been alive.  But her love for me is huge and it goes into the food.  I've been getting this love and food teaching from the kitchen yurt diners lately.  Anne and Suzy have been cooking for us.  It's always simple but it's been blowing my mind.  I think they must love us.

    Today I got to see Alisha and her baby, Priya.  I asked if I could smell Priya's little fuzzy baby head.  Alisha's like "Yeah, you can even kiss her."  Oh, it was bliss, pure bliss.  Just kissing the babies precious little head.  Then Priya looked up at me and into my eyes.  Held my eyes for a long time.  I get high just thinking about it.  Baby Priya is so present and open.  Being close to her is refreshing. It makes me swoon a little.  I don't have children but I really get how they become everything to the parents.  I really get how people become parents and their love grows.  They stop thinking only of themselves and expand "me" to the new baby.  Now, two people are "me".  Maybe one 'me' needs burped and the one 'me' needs a nap, but both are "me".  You know, I used to smoke to get high.  But I think baby Priya's smell is better. I could have saved a lot of trouble if I would have just done baby bong hits when I wanted to get high.  There were plenty of babies around.