Dear Reader,
The Hippie movement started around 1967. Its fundemental ethos including harmony with nature, communal living, artistic experementation particularly in music, sexual experimentation and a wide spread of recreational drugs, spread around the world during counter culture of the l960s, which had become closely associated with subculture.
Its origins may be traced to European social movements in the 19th and early 20thcentury such as Bohemiams with influence from Eastern religion and spirituality. It is directly influenced and inspired by the Beat Generation and American involvement in the Vietnam War.
By 1969 the hippie movement had become more radical and militant with many hippies participating in protests and demonstrations. The movement had also become more diverse, attractin people from various social and economic backgrounds.
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From Thomas Hardy June 2nd 1865 in London
'Walked about by moonlight in the evening. Wondered what woman, if any, I should be thinking about in five years' time.'
From D.H. Lawrence June 3rd 1918 in Derbyshire
'I love the yellow rock roses: but they are so frail. I wonder if you will ever see them as they areally are. I am afraid they will be all withered. They are pure flowers of light - and they cover the dry, limey hills...the yellow pansies.....grow sprinkled close all over the tiny meadow just under the house, and so glitterery standing on the close turf - like a Fra. Angelico meadow.'
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Loveable Rogue
Jeans jacket, black trousers
long curly black hair
an impish smile
sparkling white teeth.
A world traveller
worked in a kibbutz
surfed in Australia
sold jewellery in India,
Nepal and Afghanistan.
He had a finger in many pies,
he said, done many deals,
made friends, made enemies
walked the Silk Road.
The ladies loved him
he twinkled at them
made jokes
got on with their dogs.
He told good stories
wore silver rings
had a rose tattoo
on his arm, a cross on his leg.
This loveable rogue
was charming,
uninterested in the truth
and wandered through life
conscience free.
The Mind Cupboard My mind cupboard overflows with unwanted debris. It needs a spring clean. I will brush away the cobwebs of cheerless thoughts. Scrub out the stains of childhood. I will replace the brass hooks corroded with salt tears, empty all the screams hoarded through the years. I will replace the accumulated ashes from the worn shelf-paper, with virgin tissue. I will chase and catch the wasps, relieve them of their stings. I will refill this cupboard with love, and learnt, brighter things.
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With very best wishes, Patricia
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