When Woodstock happened in 1969, I was deep in my baby-making and raising years with a young son and two more soon to arrive, and if I’d seen this photograph I would have been horrified.
Flashing on the Sixties
I am not an unequivocal admirer of that period, those people, and all that they caused—or helped to cause—to happen, in the early 1960’s and continuing to this day.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone Two
Will this younger generation find those flowers? I don’t know, but at least there’s a chance that they may try.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
What destroyed the hopes so many of us had in the sixties and seventies, when the deep-rooted racism in U.S. culture seemed to have been… well, not uprooted, but at least disturbed?
Counterculture Culture
For most of Grandfather’s neighbors and friends, memory of the communes is sharp and sour. We have yet to sweeten it.
Yoga
My little practice restored my faith in one crucial phrase, one crucial possibility, which I feel to this day, and that is the possibility of achieving through my body the peace that passes understanding.