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Beloved Lalit ~

With so much THANX for your visit this summer.

Especially the Conversations! And the Golf!

~luvmum

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GATE, GATE, PARAGATE, PARASAMGATE 
  BODHISWAHA!     ALLELUIA!!

Gone, Gone, Gone Beyond, Gone Utterly Beyond.
Bodhiswaha!        Alleluia!!

Beloved Avinash ~

We did it all! And I couldn’t have done it without you.

So, since you didn’t take me with you,  
I — YES — renew my promise to you, sweet Avinash, 
to-finish-writing-the-book that you insisted only I could write.
Just like you said at the very beginning: “You MUST write it!”  
…you whispered to me at the end: “We had So Much fun!”

Sambuddha Swami Prem Avinash
  1937 — 2012

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So Mazeltov! Jack Avi Katz —

Elder brother to Rosie in Australia.
Far out father to Debra and Maya.
Fantastic Dad to our beloved son, Prem Lalit.
Fucking Fabulous BEST Osho partner to Ma Prem Punita Katz for 30+ years
 in the Osho buddhafield since London 1973 and everywhere we were together:
husband, Osho commune mate, cook extraordinaire, dharma companion, samurai — oldest, dearest friend always and forever. 

My heart is lying next to your heart — with no space in between. 
Thanks for turning the last light green! We had so much fun! 

Goodnight Avi! Always and forever “Invincibly, Eternally Love.”  ~LP

GATE, GATE, PARAGATE, PARASAMGATE 
  BODHISWAHA!     ALLELUIA!!

Gone, Gone, Gone Beyond, Gone Utterly Beyond.
Bodhiswaha!        Alleluia!!

(OSHO speaking on The Heart Sutra of Gautam the Buddha)

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O my Heart, where have you been?

Here, here, always here.

O my Heart, where have I been?

There, there, always there.

O my Heart, here I am — there you are!

Beloved ~ It’s been almost a month since we connected here. We both felt the absence yesterday. But, with such a full month, where do I start without you next to me — without the easy magic that just happens with you to share the words? So limping along on one leg, I try to say a few things.  Of course, it could be a whole chapter: The End of Endings and the Beginning of New Beginnings.

February 2011. In the background playing (for me) the steady decline into dying of my 94-year old mother.. And my being alone with her at home as it happened in my early childhood. And seeing more clearly than ever, that along with her dying and letting go of everything familiar, there was something very old to let die in me.

So finally off to Southern California for a long-awaited farewell with my son’s father, whatever his timing is to stick around in his altered body. It was all sweet and easy. And complete. And very special to see my son — to share his everyday life at Orange County speed, his working environment, and surprise celebration of his moving on to his own digs. So mom (me) could immediately start a list to send him from the ‘shell’ I do not take with me over the ocean to be near you soon. Makes a happy mom thinking of sending her son the basics for his first solo home. I lost a home, I leave a home, I find Home. He lost a home, now he leaves and finds a home. Shakey stuff, but what a deal!

And back to Seattle into the ‘thick of it’: my sister had stepped in for me taking care of our mom at home. So I returned to the scramble of figuring out what was right — for mom, for me, for the entire situation. And my sister encouraging me to let go. I am very thankful for her words.

Und Du, with all your much earlier and much deeper experience with groups and therapies (especially around Osho), I heard you encouraging me to do a weekend Systemic Family Constellations. And so there it was! It all happened last weekend in Seattle with Brigitte Sztab (American but German born): deeper into completions, deeper into release in tears and weeping, and so much juicy celebration and letting go of old familial hooks. And not alone, as has been my most recent pain. You listened, you understood, so you know. Du.

Ya, it took me this past week to return all the way from my family ‘Herculean tasks’ of the previous weeks, including the business and financial issues that crested just as the Constellations weekend began. Of course. On course. Alles connected. I just put my suitcases from the trip away yesterday. For me that’s something of a record.

But I cannot leave out your affair with T. After such a long flirtation! So we both have been quite busy since your last post in early February.  ~Bis Bald Beloved

"Quantum Leap"

T is for Tractor

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Good Morning Schnucks! I woke up wondering ‘when is a Page also a Post?’ … and then I started to scribble, illegibly as usual, with tea and LightBox shining on another gloomy Seattle morning. Thought I would get the first lines onto the Edit Post window but just kept writing. Feeling hung-over from staying up too late with the Golden Globe Awards and still waking up at 5:30. I’ll edit photos later, add tags, and fiddle with the About Us Page. Tell me what you think. I listened to the last part of The New Dawn #20 before falling asleep. More about that also. Later. ~LP

I was born in the wastelands of New Jersey, a stone’s throw from the Twin Towers of 9/11 fame. My father had been discharged from the army mostly deaf after being blasted by a German sub torpedo. I never heard the whole story. My grandfathers, whom I never met, had come over from Italy south of Rome, and from Poland south of Krakow near the old Czech border. Rocco and Mary came together in New York City through the family doctor where she worked as receptionist cum nurse. My sister came along seven years later. Only further along in life did I come clear how those first seven years were for ‘my little girl’ home alone with a Polish/Italian match made well outside of heaven’s gates. It takes some time for all the pieces of the puzzle to fall together in the more remote corners of one’s being.

Original Cover

Madeline the original cover

Somehow I started school early at 4 1/2, the youngest in my class. I loved to read. I loved to be out of the flat on Grove Street which was also temporary home to my mother’s brothers Gus and Adolf as she brought them over one by one from ‘Europe’, as she referred to home. My hero was Ludwig Bemelman’s Madeline: She was not afraid of mice, she loved winter, snow and ice. To the tiger in the zoo, Madeline just said “pooh. pooh!”. Later my heroines were Antigone and the Delphic Oracle. I became a serious little girl, an even more serious teenager.

When my sister was born we moved to a real house with trees on the street and a park nearby. What an improvement! I got to know every tree on that street and every swing in the park. Just how high I could swing before going over the top bar. How the street lights shown through the new leaves in early Spring. We had a real Maple just outside our house. The rest was concrete, even the backyard, although the neighbors had grass. Riding the bus every morning to an all girls’ academy I became terribly worried, and actually convinced, that under all that concrete the Earth had ‘gone away’. That there was really only a thin sheet of hard gray, and the Earth had moved somewhere else where it still could be seen and walked on.

Adventures in the Park

I got to make mud pies and have outdoor adventures a few times a year visiting my two cousins in Connecticut. My father’s older sisters Mary and Rose, Mary’s kids Danny Boy and Anne Marie. I still remember the first time they tried to teach me to make a somersault on the grass. Me who had to keep her Sunday clothes spotlessly clean in her real life with Mary and Rocco.

Danny hung himself in Central Park while I was in India. Anne Marie had an irate husband throw acid in her face in her first year as a womens’ rights lawyer in NYC. My times with them, always Tom Sawyer adventures ‘without the adults‘ (as we referred to them always) were until recently the only happy memories I could access from my childhood. Danny remained somewhat of a Peter Pan; my sister became his playing partner while I had angelic visions, daytime visitations from Zeus, and fell in love with dead poets. Truly embarrassing. But true.

After 12 years of Catholic education including playing harp in the orchestra and four years of Latin I landed at Antioch College, the original campus in Yellow Springs. I put everything in one trunk and intended never to go back. Arlene, my best friend through high school, had capped the scholarship for Radcliffe but chose Sarah Lawrence. My first choice had been Barnard (the womens’ wing of Columbia) but the scholarship did not cover room and board so I would have to live at home. Not an option. It was off to Ohio and my oh-so naive fantasy of what College would be like: I would study Philosophy, wear a robe and sandals like my Franciscan uncle who baptized me and make love a lot.

I was a virgin until I was 21 and this is getting a bit long for an About Us. Maybe this is a good spot for an old-fashioned Intermission … i luv u, pn ~lp

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