|From Amazon.com page on
Living On The Earth:
time this innocent....., January 27, 1999
|Alicia I was the "riverfalls@webtv" that reviewed your book in Amazon, January of '99. Upon recent further inspection I was delighted to see the book HAD, in fact, been reissued. Reading your interview I was not terribly surprised how "Walden" was one of your primary influences. I touched upon that in the review - your book was Walden, infinitely more subjective. It's great to know we can use this incredible technology in the advancement of the cohesive qualitites of our generation - a generation that appeared "anti-tech". I'm reminded of Robert Pirsig's, "If the Buddha exists in the petals of the lotus flower, so, too, He exists in the hub of the spokes of a motorcycle wheel". Great to know you are there! Sincerely, Steve|
|Letter from Pam Hanna to the MOST Digest
(open land online newsletter) November 3:
good news is that Alicia Bay Laurel did indeed stop in
|Letter from Jon Town to Tracy Dove-Coppen
to check in and see how excited you are about Alicia
coming. I love her
This is Bertha writing to you. I was the woman with the almost 30 year
old copy of "Living on the Earth" at Antigone's Friday night. What a
wonderful, surprising and enriching experience! I treasure your
personal note in my dear old friend of a book, which has had many
travels itself. Somehow this book has touched me and molded me in ways
no other book has done. To meet you was an inspiration to continue down
the road of following the adventure of life through our hearts.
Thank you again. My whole family is enjoying your CD. We sat cuddled
up together yesterday during a rare rainy spell, listening and feeling
really cozy and happy. What a delight your songs are! I'm really
interested in your Hawaii CD. I fulfilled a life's dream this year, my
50th as of May 18th, by visting Kaui. I can't describe how wonderful
and thrilling it was. To find out you have such a connection to Hawaii
is just too much of a coincidence.
I'll keep in touch through your website. Happy and wonderful travels.
Great to meet you and to hear your stories and music at the Atalanta.
Here is the web address to Bisbee's repertory theatre:
Hope you can stop by and visit us on your tour.
By the way, I remember you said to be on the lookout for the evil book
cover. Well, I looked up your book on Barnes and Noble's online bookstore
and there it was! Here is their address:
Peace and love,
|Dear, dear Alicia,
We had such a lovely time with you. Cheryl, Sarah and I are all so delighted
that you came by and visited. You are such an inspiration. I am recharged and
getting ready for my next artshow next Saturday. What wonderful energy you
Cheryl said that she is practicing being a "ghostie". She has only been able
to disappear for short periods of time!! She'll get the hang of it, I'm sure!
Enjoy the rest of your beautiful journey!! May you feel the magic everywhere
you go!! Love is all around you.
dear alicia~ is your websight just temporarily on a vacation? i'm only asking because i want to list it in my new book. let me know...
thank you, dear woman, susan ariel rainbow kennedy
|Aloha, It was a really nice surprise to
hear from you!. I will plan on being
at borders for your gig and will be more than happy to post the
posters....Your website is great and journey sounds incredible. I look
forward to seeing you and hearing about it when you return! Aloha, Carl
|Steve Zikman, author of Chicken Soup
for the Traveler's Soul, found this on November 13 on
for Marty Jezer at 60
in the ex-woodshed
I found the milk pail,
our sturdiest purchase
after the acreage-
(the hardtop we called soil
could kill a Ford),
and that silver souvenir
of our kick-the-bucket
commune hadn't aged
a day since Agway,
the flock of cows,
the wide mouth cat
in the wilderness
of Now, and us.
2. Kitchen riff
I remember: your breakfast,
drawn and quartered from dinner-
a wedge of spaghetti,
limp stir fry,
a pork chop with a name,
and two or three free-range
Fuel for thought
of hoed corn.
3. At the top of our hill,
at the height of stupidity,
we drew a four hand,
two-man saw through
winter wood. At twenty below
our jokes cracked overhead.
The ha ha's
ricocheted, and night
was a carbon copy
perforated with our mirth.
|talking to God
i grew up in a small town
along the apalachian blue ridge mountains
my Grandfather was a minister
in one of the town's churches
i grew up with the impression
in the innocence of my childhood
that because he was a minister in the church,.
somehow he was able to talk to God
i smile upon remembering times
had as a young boy with my Grandfather
which seemed to be not so much
about his ability to talk to God
but his ability to talk to me
and to the day he died when i was thirteen,
he only ever talked to me
and somehow God was never a part of the picture
through many years to this day
(thirty years later)
i have met complete strangers
who have told me stories
of how my Grandfather
visited them or someone they knew
in the hospital
and sat and talked with them
as it seems it was my Grandfather's
favorite thing to do
to walk hospital halls
and visit the sick
and the hospitalized
and whether he knew them or not,
just simply talk and chat
and told of how
this brought them comfort
and dissolved the pain
and even doing this
long into retirement
later on i learned the truth as an adult
that one merely can declare oneself
a minister of God
and it does not necessarily mean
you can talk to God
because you are a minister or a priest
with each person i meet to this day
who tells me of how my Grandfather
brought comfort in his visits
and how he was
a wonderful and loving and kind person,
i know my Grandfather was talking to God
Shoveler of the Cowpies
When I was finishing up the backs of my paintings today- I write "secret"
messages on the backs- I thought about David Santo and how he used to write
the messages inside of the guitars he made. Try to remember to ask him about
that and see if there is one inside of yours.
What an incredible day today...........ahh! Life is so wonderful, I know you
Wishing you great peace.
|Dear Road woman walking on cloud,
Yes the rest may be fun. I have been given
permission and sounds like you have too. I am at
Hookena these days pretending to be homeless and
living in a tent and enjoying the view. I have been
studying the new translation of the I ching that was
put together by a Taoist master living in Maui. Im
sooo glad you fell in love with Bisbee. It IS a
special place! I will try to getr to see you the next
time you are 'round these parts. I have no idea when
or where I will be except most likely somewhere on the
big Island....Heading up to Kapuna and Kohala next to
have a look see and have a feeling that therre is a
little somewhere up there for me to rest the bones...
For now I rest the bones with in the flesh and call
that home! May your water catchment always be
full!love C the Dingo....XO
how are you doing!?
the weather has beeen sooo beautiful lately here [especially compared to the freezingness we've been experiencing before that...]
> I bought a copy of the Communities Directory, and, next tour, maybe I'll
> visit some more of them!
yeah, that sounds like a great idea... and who would better appreciate yr work than those in community... right?
> Is the Green Guide a publication that might review or list the book?
i think there might be a listing of resources that will be in it somewhere.... shall i make sure to suggest to my sister that she list it?
hope you had a great thankxgiving, wherever you happened to be! i don't eat meat, and there was pig and deer served at the thxgvng celebration here [which was actually at sandhill], so i chose to stay here and gather some thoughts and spend the whole day fasting. it was pretty nice.
hope yr doing well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
love, firewood, and revolutioN!
(from Dancing Rabbit Eco-Village)
Best wishes to you
and your loved ones on this joyous day, Alicia. I hope
Erin Happy Mountain