The daffodils are all up, from a few days ago when they were still spears sticking their slick green points from last year’s leaves. I love to pick some of them and have them near my bed… the scent of hope and joy and of all springs that were and those to come.
The life and death (April 25, 1990) of a very unusual human being.
I accidentally deleted a bunch of comments that could well be non-Spam comments. If I deleted yours without answering, please feel free to send again.
Many thanks for all the praise for the Blog and the comments on my poems.
I found that people had used the word “cult” when searching in search engines to find this blog. Please, folk. I have lived in a real cult (or two)– one almost like that of C. Manson (except no killing).
Quarry Hill is NOT a cult. It has communal aspects and is also a family rental business. We ask very few things of people except that they not hit or be nasty to kids and that they not hunt or fish on this land. I have seen the face of a true cult and I know this is not one.
Ladybelle Fiske McFarlin
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
They showed a light show that I assume may have been meant to be The Joshua Light Show… but I am not sure. I saw the light show at The Electric Circus once. Never had money to go to things that cost anything.
All around me was the Village, with all the culture and all the energy– I never went to a single Rock concert, however– No Fillmore East. I went twice, that’s wrong. Went to see “The Enlightenment of the Buddha” by Timothy Leary (a light show of another kind) and to hear my beloved Incredible String Band play.
“All the world is but a play,
Be thou the joyful player!”