It would have been so great to have grown up in the 1960s. Decades of repression had finally matured to the point of a cultural explosion: artists, musicians, politicians, intellectuals, and religious folks taking risks on new expressions of meaning and transcendence; cross-generational pollination; untapped springs of love and compassion bubbling up to the surface; a glimpse of the infinite horizon; optimism about the human race; openness to possibilities; and despite the nuclear storm cloud, a future full of hope. The geyser that erupted in those years certainly had the potential to burn the skin, drown out the excitement, and inflict pain, but the collective memory of the 1960s is, instead, one of warmth and dazzling displays of beauty, the still point of the national timeline and the water that slaked an impossible thirst. Let’s call forth the spirit of the 60s along our daily path. Let’s make a commitment to an inner revolution. Let’s lead with authenticity and trust that everything is groovy, has been groovy all along, and will be groovy forever, world without end. Amen. Ave Crux, Spes Unica.
August 30, 2025
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Great! Today has today’s blessings bult on those before!
Thank you for your “lead” into today !!!!
Amen, flower power!
Peace, love, and rock and roll! AMEN
Amen!
Having grown up in the ’60s, I remember it as a time when the common good was expanding. It was not without sacrifice and loss, but the mood was changing to one of hope. Too bad some things are going backward now.
Yeah, we have moved from optimissm to disillusionment, perhaps the stages of grief at the level of the collective.