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“We'll go down in history as the first society that wouldn't save itself because it wasn't cost-effective." — Kurt Vonnegut
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In the early 1970s, I landed back in San Francisco. For three years, me, my partner and her two children had been living a gypsy life, traveling from one collective household to another, from San Francisco to the Colorado Rockies, to western Massachusetts and finally, back to San Francisco. Read all about it in The…
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We lay in bed, listening to the wind scream around the sturdy little cabin
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Nineteen sixty three unfolded into a year of beginnings. After years of post-adolescent frustration, I had sex for the first time. Having grown up in New England in the 1950s, nobody had told me or anyone else about the mysteries and techniques of copulation. There was no Joy of Sex, literally or figuratively. My parents…
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The buddha smile will follow you.
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All I can safely say is… no one was killed.
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We met at the bottom of the crater and began to hug each other and dance.
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As the 1960s sunk into the next decade, I decided to leave San Francisco, to “get my head together.” A friend knew I had carpentry skills and suggested I contact a woman who owned property in the Colorado Rockies above Boulder. She needed a handyman. A cabin was available. That seemed attractive. To get away…
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Old Dog
Prompted By Writer's Choice
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Piercing the Solstice
Prompted By Tattoos and Piercings
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The Zen of Perfect Stillness
Prompted By Silence
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1963 — The Beginning
Prompted By 1963
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breathe, smile, move slow
Prompted By Meditation
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Heading North — West is Left; East is Right
Prompted By Turning Points
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A Sub-Saharan Spirit Rave
Prompted By Daydreaming
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The Chicago Hot Blast
Prompted By Fire
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