The Hippie life…
I so wanted to be a Hippie in the 60s, especially after returning home from my tour of duty in the US Navy. Surfing, smoking ‘n jokin’ with my surf dude buddies sounded and looked like my kind of life.
But going to college, working and settling down warped my mind, as I look back on that time so long ago now. I believe now that those who found “peace ‘n love” at Woodstock, found kindness and empathy toward others far better than my serious path in life.
Woodstock was a place to heal. I didn’t know love then. Nor did healing make sense to me. “Healing from what,” I would say to others who were serious about their future, but void of peace of mind.
I’ve returned to a life of peace of mind in these later years. It seems to me that life can circle back when the moment is right. I believe Woodstock came back to me when I needed it the most.