Monday, November 3, 2014

Young Lions

I’ve been following the exploits of some of my friends on Facebook. Some of my old friends are posting pictures of themselves when they were in their 20’s. It just dawned on me what amazing people we were.

I thought: We were Young Lions!

Baker Beach and I - a swath of fabric for a kerchief
Some of us were soldiers and some of us were activists. Some of us followed a spiritual teacher. Some of us volunteered for the Peace Corps. Some of us went back to the land. Some of us tried to work within the system to change it. We were a loud generation. Our music was loud and in your face.

Paul and I
Some of us went to Vietnam. Some of us went to Canada. We weren’t complacent. And we tried to see inside our motivations and do better. We followed the Maharishi, Ram Dass, Jim Morrison, The Beatles, and Zen Buddhism.We ate organic and raised our own food.

The Maharishi and I - The dress (made by me)
Just like all young people we were beautiful. We were strong and lithe and we enjoyed ourselves like young people do. We danced uninhibitedly. We weren’t afraid to try new things. We thought that love was something to be freely shared. It didn’t always work but we kept an Open Mind.

Sandy and I - still had The Dress Top
Now we’re old. Some of us caved in and were swallowed up by The System. But some of us are still feisty and if we’re not living in direct confrontation to the establishment we are working quietly behind the scenes bending the rules. Most of us have kept an Open Mind. Many of us still look inside to find Truth. We’re still Lions but we’re long in the tooth. We are beautiful but the beauty isn’t of the flesh but of the mind, of thought.

Street Fair Golden Gate Park - another Paul and I
This poem reminds me of those days. It means “souvenir” or “remember”.

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable—
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hill-top underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.

We were very tired, we were very merry—
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry;
And you ate an apple, and I ate a pear,
From a dozen of each we had bought somewhere;
And the sky went wan, and the wind came cold,
And the sun rose dripping, a bucketful of gold.

We were very tired, we were very merry,
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
We hailed, “Good morrow, mother!” to a shawl-covered head,
And bought a morning paper, which neither of us read;
And she wept, “God bless you!” for the apples and pears,
And we gave her all our money but our subway fares.

1 comment:

  1. Bonjour Cher Renee/Lucie,

    I always enjoy reading Continuous Harmony about life at Grindstone Ranch.

    I also like the title "Artist in Residence" It seems so very fitting for you.

    The pictures you have in this latest chapter of your Blog are should I say it????

    .....Absolutely wonderful, And in addition to being a visual history of yourself they are documented proof (as if anyone needs proof n'est pas?) of the constantly evolving harmonyous life you are living They are also a simple expression of how your youthful beauty evolved into the natural beauty of a certain woman that comes when we(you) reach that certain age range.

    Thank you so much for all you share,


    Thanks so much for all you share !