‘We are stardust, we are golden – and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden…’ – Woodstock, Joni Mitchell
Like Joni Mitchell I didn’t get to Woodstock. By the time I got here even, they were doing the last of the clear up operation at Yasgur’s Farm after the ‘Aquarian Exposition: 3 days of Peace and Music’. Even if I was a bit late to that party, I wonder – with a small nod to astrology – if there is anything in the signature of a time imprinting on those born in or close to it. Whether or not, I’ve always been a little bit on the high watch for the dawning of the age of Aquarius, and in my roots, a flower child. If the choice had been mine, I definitely would have chosen to be born in the ’60s and in that somewhat difficult fin de decade way – 1969 was an ‘interesting‘ time to be newborn.
Golden anniversary of a year
‘Then can I walk beside you? / I have come here to lose the smog / and I feel to be a cog in something turning’
The ‘Summer of ’69’ – with its June Stonewall Riots, then all eyes on the Moon in July and then the largesse of a huge gathering on a farm calling for an end to war, and happening in the name of peace, love and music in August. As 2019 rolls out it’s 50th anniversary hashtag parade, it appears the whole year was calling out for a better world. I love that Johnny Cash’s Fulsom Prison album was also recorded in that year.
And an aside for those who know me particularly well, the great companion of my childhood – the dog I never had and his beatnik companions – Scooby Doo’s first episode aired in September 69 – reminding us all, for a half century, that there’s more to be feared among the living. Some things do not get old.
Offering a Peace Sign to mark this year
‘I don’t know who I am / but, you know, life is for learning.’
Due to circumstances – seen and unforeseen – I’ve opted to dodge the door into the next decade until I am firmly installed. For various reasons presently, but also because my birth-time and birthdays beyond has managed to coincide with difficult personal and wider circumstances that have touched my life. Decade changes seem to amplify that. However, I’ve gotten by with a lot of help from my friends’ – and I’m looking forward to celebrating all things to be grateful for that big birthdays bring to the surface in due course.
“And I dreamed I saw the bombers /Riding shotgun in the sky
And they were turning into butterflies / Above our nation”
However, I would be sad to leave Woodstock, and all it stands for, this month, this year, where I am now, go by without some kind of mention.
So if you are reading this and you fancy it, do something for yourself or for other/s, in the name of peace, love, joy, bliss, music and/or prosperity*.
*I was a teen in the ’80s with all of its corporations+cocktails vibe, so my boho chic comes complete with shoulder pads, faux plastic jewellery, and too much insight into the impact of recession.
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