“Sometimes the lights all shinin on me;
Other times I can barely see.
Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip its been.”
~ Truckin, Grateful Dead
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If weeks had subtexts, then I’d say that this week’s subtext has been: HIPPIE-NESS. [a word?] Do you, gentle readers, have weeks like this when one unusual subject keeps turning up repeatedly?
I’m not kidding, every day this week I’ve been part of a conversation that has centered one way or another around topics that belong smack dab in the late 1960s or early 1970s.
Sock it to me, sock it to me.
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I’ve talked about:
Birkenstocks [which are now fashion forward again, btw]
senior citizens who like a little toke to start the day [former neighbors, in case you’re wondering]
a slightly insane off-the-grid genius who spent most of the 60s building a castle from stones he found along a river bank [photos coming next week]
Colorado vacations [where weed is now legal, like you didn’t know]
mothers in the 1960s who dressed their children in brightly colored matching outfits [not sure if this is technically hippie-ness, but it was a thing back then].
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Yes, it’s been a groovy week– and I’ve loved it. I’d forgotten how the hippie culture which influenced the late 1960s and early 1970s was so much less uptight and so much more in the moment than today’s world of goals and analytics and marketing and– oh, whatever.
Like, far out, man.
So what better way to end this post than to leave you, my gentle readers, with this song by the Grateful Dead that has run through my head all week?
Guess I’ll just hang it up now and see what tomorrow brings! 😉