Mornings to live for

As the morning sun slightly teases the shell of night, we wake up to a new day without knowing what it will bring, we smile anyway.

My life has been long and weary. It is not a life that fits into a story book. The loneliness of a lone wolf is where my soul resides. I never fit in with the pack I was born into. As a young adolescent I left the security of the den and found my own pack outside the walls of the family.

In 1960 when I arrived in the USA, there was much turmoil over the color of ones skin. I had no understanding of what racism was. I learned that Jesus loves us black or white and all the shades in between. As the country struggled to survive the uncomfortable situation, Viet Nam became more of a household word.

The Beatles arrived on our doorstep in time of a new generation. Pink Floyd, Moody Blues, Neil Young soon followed.

Viet Nam would not go away. Our brothers and sisters came home in pine boxes. We lost thousands and kept sending thousands more. As children of the Moon we walked the streets, lost and thoughtful but feeding the love. We became the Love generation. So where has all the love gone?

They shot our president, they shot his brother, they shot our hope in Martin Luther King. It wasn't our fault. It was the way things were done. I could not understand.

Now its been 40 years since Woodstock in Bethlehem New York. Gosh I was there but was I? Too stoned and tripping on Window Pane I got lost in the fairytale. I just remember Jimi Hendrix waking me up.

Life has had its way, going to do some more reminiscing later!