Young hippie trying to escape...

How very odd.

 

shitdang,, i feel a collaberation in da makin with cap'n n thud......





a novel indeed

 

Not sure if you are saying my posts are odd or something else.

But, yeah, I might be odd.

 

Ohh Peeroette, I wasn't saying you were odd sweetie (even tho you may be) It was the dude wearin' the tu tu that I thought was strange..lol.. welcome to the family peeroette.. we're all a little odd in here.. ya think it was the drugs?!?

I don't know, but I think when the kids grow up and leave home our own lives return to us and we start living for ourselves again. Doing and being the way we want to be. Live how we feel is more comfortable to our nature.

I have always lived as a hippie and my children grew up in communes and had a alternative lifestyle. My son ( he's 36) is still a hippie. He was so hippie he had to leave this very small town bc of the Man always hassling him. They knew he was either holding or high and never gave him a moments peace.

I don't know how to live anyother way. I've been this way for so long I don't remember a time where I was not living free. I think we are drawn back to when we were the most content with ourselves. The Happiest times, when we were young and fearless. Now our kids are slipping into the roles we played so long ago and the path is wide open for us to become who we wish to be.
Brightest Blessings Peeroette
sh

 

<<I think we are drawn back to when we were the most content with ourselves. The Happiest times, when we were young and fearless. Now our kids are slipping into the roles we played so long ago and the path is wide open for us to become who we wish to be.>>

Very well said Shameless

 

I've always been happy except when I get the blues. Someday I'll meet Diligaff and the HHB, and I'll cake-walk into their compound. Hell- I'll only let loose 7 Yankee cats--the Rebel cats hold no grudge-- neither should anyone-- it was a foolish war, as most of them are.


I need some loving! All my lovers left me this year and went, #1.To Lousiana; #2; To Texas.

Goddamn rebels!


(P.S.--Burl is getting drunk! (and, the Irish asshole has actually worked 3 days straight!)

GOING FOR FOUR TOMORRAHHHHH~!.

 

Cap't,
As I observed my grand-daughters this weekend, I saw them as I saw myself at their age. As we grow, we change, but I think we retain a little child in us.
As enlightened people (or so we like to believe) we search for knowledge and truth, so it is for the third generation also.
My eldest grandchild is 16 and has moved out of her dads place and is living with a friend. When my kids were that age they didn't want to leave home even in the worst of times. I was outta the house by 16 (14 accually).
Our kids are busy working and raising their families, while their children grow past them, as we grew past our parents.
I think it will be the third generation that will bring about real change. They are the ones that will have to clean up the shit we left. They are the ones that will develop and utillize new stratagies to insure peace and equaility for all people and they will have to create a new system of things as they evolve into a better society.

It seems to me there was a lull in involvement with the second generation. Not as much unity as in the 60s/70s. It was more of a ME generation, an I want mentality (we spoiled our kids) The guys had no direction, no war to go to and school sucked.
I see kids more interested in school these days and more involved in gov' issues. I think that's due to technology ie: computer/communications. The balance between the system of things and the needs of the people and planet is now the primary goal for humanity.
What our parents did to the planet we inheirited and passed on to the next generation, they are passing it along to the next. It will be up to the third to fix it or parish with it. We best teach them well, what is important. Teach them by example of what we tried and what we learned from our failures and accomplishments.

When the powers that be fade into the darkages a new light will shine, a new path will be trodden where forgotten ways are still held in high reguard, and a new society will form from the Indigo Children.
Brightest Blessings
sh

 

What a lovely post Shameless. Many a book and words of wisdom remind us of what will happen when you denigh the child within.
Main lining myself awake, and drinking myself to sleep with the sad laughter an click of an empty shotgun in my mouth gave way to a new beginning for me. As surpised as I was, a new beginning with two beautiful children at 32 and 35. Many a time I felt as though I skipped a generation and went right to rising my grand children. Other than that, I see us pretty well much in the same spot now.
<<I think it will be the third generation that will bring about real change. They are the ones that will have to clean up the shit we left. They are the ones that will develop and utillize new stratagies to insure peace and equaility for all people and they will have to create a new system of things as they evolve into a better society.>>
I pray this is true. I also pray that shit is all we leave them. It is some scary times.
<<We best teach them well, what is important.>>
And I pray that it was well enough. Does it end when they fly off? Am I free to take the cowards way out. To live my final days on Konk and rum in my boat off David? Or is it my duty to grab a shovel and bury as much shit as I can in praying for a better chance of them seeing the light? Wanted, or not. My parents were pretty dumb when I was 18 too.

 

SON...OF....A...BITCH....DAMMIT!! Burl, just when I thought there would NEVER EVER be anything to make me ever want to go and leave my dear husband...you had to go and mention that stuffed possum hanging by the front door.....he won't let me hang mine up...makes me keep it in a box under the bed...I take it out occasionally and sing to it though...."Muskrat Love"...
Now I have to rethink this whole marriage vow thing.....dang, there's just not enough time in the day...

 

Uh, Teepi-- I sorta hate to mention this-- might tempt you too much-- but I have a stuffed muskrat, too. One eyeball is missing, but otherwise it looks pretty cool. I also have 3 stuffed deer, one turkey and 2 rattlesnake skins.


Pretty soon, I'll have my left ring-fingernail to mount-- my son dropped a 50 pound rock on it last Monday and I'm waiting for it to fall off. It's just barely hanging on. BUT-- Thudly still worked every day last week! (Except Thursday when he was kidnapped and forced to get drunk.)

 

kidnapped an forced to get drunk??

that sounds terrifying...

 

My kidnappers thought so too, and released me about the time the second pint kicked in. I believe they were heading for Texas to try their luck with The Shameless-One.

 

aint that the way it always gos,, about the time your captors get you brainwashed into lovin the abuse they let ya go..

 

Happy to hear you got some work done....I'm waiting on you to come off some of that bread......if not, she's getting put on the block at 200...

 

i wouldnt pay 200 for it..

hell i wouldnt pay fer the canvas an the paint..

but thats just me..

luv n lite

 

Hi Peeroette. I suppose I've been going through the same thing these past couple years, getting back in touch with my hippie roots. I really appreciate this website and how it's helped me put those feelings into words and getting other people's feedback.

I didn't get to San Francisco until 1999, never lived on a commune though I visited a couple. I've never liked country music either; I did the hippie thing in Massachusetts where they didn't play much country on the radio. It must have sucked disliking country music while growing up in Texas.

I'm not about to grow my hair long again only because it gets all frizzy and wavy after it reaches a certain length and I'm more comfortable with it short. I still smoke pot occasionally, and it occurred to me lately that I'm older now than my parents were when they bawled me out after finding it in my possession. On March 19 I took part in a peace rally in Portland; perhaps it's this president and his administration more than anything that's reawakened the hippie in me. I see the same mistakes this country made back then being made anew.

I think it's a shame more old hippies don't feel this way. Too many of them want to put it all behind them, embarrassed at the way they behaved in their youth and attributing it to naive idealism. But our experiences of the 60s showed us that a movement made up of only the young can't succeed, as the anti-war movement then didn't succeed until middle-class America came out against the Vietnam war. It's up to us who are middle aged and up to make a difference.

 

Worldstock 2006

 

Go ahead and sell it, Teepi-- I have the money, but I need a riding mower worse. I'll buy another someday.

 

Peeroette,

There are many of us in the same boat. We're middle-aged; if we have kids they are on they're own or getting close to it, we're getting nostalgic about our youth, our parents have died or we're caring for them; we're reflecting on life's deeper meaning, asking those ultimate questions which is re-awakening our spirituality (which for many went under to materialism , our careers and family cares); many have a sense of guilt that they didn't stick with the search, didn't maintain any of the ideals; we realize that we're in kind of a mess which we contributed to; our kids often seem lost. On the bright side, I think most of us have developed some humility (we were arrogant and way too convinced of our purity ,which was a load). and I think we're ready to start again.

For me personally, I realize the left is right on some things (environment) and the right is right on some things (abortion--we really are supposed to love our children, not abandon, neglect, abuse or murder them; not real hard to figure out). I'm politically Independent; I vote but don't belong to any party.

Over the years I have seen those few who stayed with it; those old Hippies
with their graying, gray or white hair, so mellow, so not nuerotic. I've always appreciated and admired them.

Since I was 19 I've wanted to be a hippie and someday I'm going to make it.
Steve

 

I am a younger hippy, I was just a kid in the 60's, but grew up in the counterculture. It was the last time I felt free, until about 2 years ago, when I suddenly realized that "keeping up with the Joneses, having that big SUV in the drive and money and more toys than my neighbors" just wasn't that big of a deal anymore, and frankly was nothing but a big headache for 20 years. I was a disco teen, a yuppie in the ME 80's, too busy raising kids to really pay attention to the 90's, now I am older, wear bell bottoms, still have my long hair, and am re-discovering the old values of peace and love and freedom I had as a young kid that somehow got pushed to the side, and hopefully will pass onto my kids, even tho they are older, hopefully they will learn. My son tells everyone his mom is an old hippie, which is ok with me, don't really care what the preppy soccer moms think, I am much happier now, now that I am not one of them anymore