awakenings

Never mind that I was only 14 when Woodstock happened, and that most of *my* sixties tales happened in the early seventies when I was in high school, the "seventies" is too redolent of disco to fit in here (yes, there are some bona fide "seventies" tales too, but not now -- at least here I can make the excuse I was just a kid).

 Ten years ago when I was recovering from my second liver transplant (a post-sixties tale in itself) and discovering that my first marriage was almost at an end, I made a choice to "liberate my inner hippie" -- which means, to honor my roots and the impulses of that zeitgeist.  My more serious esoteric studies of Steiner, Gurdjieff, and others, transcend the particulars of that era and its impulse; but for me as for many, can also be celebrated as part of a flowering that took place at many, many levels.  These stories are not told for their sensational value, but in sincerety.