As a child of the 1960's, I'm a leftover hippie child. Yes, my bumper is littered with stickers like,
War is Not the Answer, Teach Peace and buy local organic
and yes, I've been referred to as, "earthy, granola, Birkenstock & tie dye wearing, blah, blah". I don't see these comments as derogatory, I'm proud of who I am. For years I thought about living in a commune...or starting one. There's just something wonderful about growing your own vegetables, herbs, knitting homespun wool, and leaving the tv and electronics behind. As a matter of fact, the only tv we own is in our bedroom and it's a tiny little 15 or 19" thing. Until recently, our children have attended Waldorf schools.
Today, after walking the littlest Monkey to the bus stop, I came home and turned up the cd player and rocked out to Neil Young's Harvest album.
There is a change in the air. I smiled all day today...and what I finally realized is that I've been in a funk lately. Deep down I had sincere doubts we'd win this election...wondered if another election would be stolen, tampered with, etc...
The cloud has been lifted, and I finally have some hope.
At long last, a better future is possible.
Oh, and by the way, if you haven't listened to Neil Young's Harvest album lately, give it a chance. He's the man.