Thoughtful Thursday: You Hold the Key to Love and Fear

Oddly enough, the latest commercial for Kentucky Fried Chicken brought to mind one of the songs that defined an age, a place, an event, a dream for love and peace:  The Youngbloods – Get Together.

I was one of those at Woodstock and heaven help me, I do not remember much.  My Cousin Billy and I were doing fine until the announcement blared out:  “…That the brown acid that is circulating around us isn’t too good. It is suggested that you stay away from that. Of course it’s your own trip. So be my guest, but please be advised that there is a warning on that one, ok?”

I haven’t a clue if it was bad, I just know at one point, my consciousness merged with lots of other people and it was….epic.  Years later, years older, years wiser, I look back at that time in my life as endless sunshine and beauty.  Of course, most of the time it was pharmaceutically enhanced but….deep in my heart, that song has stayed with me through the years.  It has defined me.  I have shared the song with those I love either by recording or my poor little voice singing along while I play the tune on the violin.  I must add, the drugs are long gone but the love still remains.

I took my husband with me to the 40th anniversary.  He watched clips, gazed at photos, talked to folk like me.  He is 10 years younger than me and was not old enough to be affected.  In fact, he could have been one of the many children there with their parents!

In 1984, an ex-lover and I had gone camping to an almost deserted place on the shore of a huge, beautiful lake.  The first morning, I awoke an hour or so before him.  I walked out of tent and dissolved into the perfect and beautiful silence.  The lake was mirror smooth.  I went to the car and brought out the case with my violin, went down to the shore and sat down.  At first, soft random melodies and then, it all came flooding back to me.  I began to play this song.  I gazed at the birds and clouds in the sky, listened to the waves softly lapping the shore.  My lover came and sat beside me.  “What is that song?”  I began to sing the words and played softly.  When I was through, I looked at him and his cheeks were wet with tears.  We sat in silence and then he said, “Please, again. I remember this song when I was in university in Tokyo.  But it means more now.”

It means more to me now.  With all the hate, war, indifference, it opens my heart anew to loving one another; to doing those small acts of kindness that only another person is aware of, to do something to help another person.  I don’t know who said this, but there is a quote:  “No matter how small, no act of kindness is ever wasted.”   You hold the key to love and fear in your trembling hand.

13 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Oct 29, 2014 @ 23:29:28

    Even “I” remember this song. Used to love it.
    Aren’t you full of surprise, Kanzen? Violin? We absolutely must have an ‘afternoon’ soiree. Mercy, you are an enigma. ❤ ❤ ❤


  2. seeker
    Oct 30, 2014 @ 00:11:49

    Definitely there’s something about the song “come on people now, love one another right now!” That is powerful. Wow, what a trip, I mean, an experience you had. I like this song but I don’t know anything about tripping around nor Woodstock.


  3. yeseventhistoowillpass
    Oct 30, 2014 @ 09:18:36

    Do you remember Jimmy Hendrix playing All Along The Watchtower?


    • kanzensakura
      Oct 30, 2014 @ 10:38:46

      Lol…I remember bits and pieces of some performances. We left early Monday am because it was such a mess at that point and my cousin was sick and just wanted to go home. I believe Hendrix was just cranking up. I had seen The Who, Jefferson Airplane ND Ten Years After so the rest was just extra and I didn’t care. Parts were wonderful and what the festival was supposed to be about. Like I saud, like many there, I don’t remember much.

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    • kanzensakura
      Oct 30, 2014 @ 11:03:46

      We were hoping it would have been more like Monterey, but was not. Now….Hendrix’s performance there was something I will never forget. I was pretty far back but heard the sounds of him and the audience and learned later, he had set his guitar on fire

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  4. M-R
    Oct 30, 2014 @ 17:18:05

    We have different ways of looking at this, you and I. But I remember it so well I can scarcely speak of it.


    • kanzensakura
      Oct 30, 2014 @ 19:41:42

      I Remer a lot of people just whacked out on drugs and o f alcohol, goggles of children running around, many dirty and hungry because their parents were too busy partying to take care of them, people dehydrated and sick, the “beautiful people” in their expensive and designer clothing preening and looking down their noses, some of the spoiled and rude musicians, people who charged $5 for skinny joints or peanut butter sandwiches, fights that broke out, people using others for sex…but I also Remerber some of t hose truly there for the music and almost innocent in their wanting to show love. It wasn’t Monterey which my cousin and I were hoping for in the music….I was part of a commune and for several years, it was wonderful and lovely. A beautiful and we’ll ordered farm and almost independent….a good relationship with neighboring farms and the small town. But people and times change, as they must. I just know my cousin and I left early Monday am, dirty, hungry, him sick. But The Who, Jefferson Airplane, Ten Years After, and The Band were excellent. I’ve never cared since then for crowds. Seeing people who took advantage and used people made me cynical for a bit, until I changed and took back my innocence again. Lol, I also remember talking going around of how upset Bob Dylan was about hippies being so close to his place. I always thought he was a shit anyway, before that. 🙂

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