I think that in the 60s we were Idealistic and filled with optimism. I know I completely believed in Peace, Love and Rock & Roll. (Still do.)
I know that the world is coming close to the same place we were in back in the 60s — the Edge of Destruction — and it’s important for those of us who are old enough to remember the lyrics or poems and the music that helped us make changes in the world, to remind people of the changes that are needed today.
We need today’s young people to do what we did:
To Speak Out, and March Out and Peace Out.
If you believe in something, if you believe something needs to be changed, Speak. March. Help people. Write about it. Be heard, be seen, make the world the world you feel in your heart.
Together, perhaps we can, once again, pull back from the Edge of Destruction.
peace out 60s soul
Fill your hearts with peace and love
Music and hope
Make love not war
Long live the Afro. I had one in the 70s. I loved it.
Often when victims are beaten, they are hesitant to tell others. Especially men. If you know someone who has bruising, their partner is controlling, or they seem afraid a lot, find the phone number of your shelter and give it to them privately on a piece of paper. You just may save a life.
Real Men Don’t hit Women Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio 2015
I’m a little under the weather today, and needed a bit of a laugh. I found this Stand Up performance by Peter Kay, about misunderstanding song lyrics. It made me laugh, and I hope you’ll enjoy it, too.
Day is done
Gone the sun
From the lakes
From the hills
From the sky
All is well, safely rest.
God is nigh.
Dims the sight
And a star
Gems the sky, Gleaning bright
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise,
For our days,
Neath the sun,
Neath the stars,
Neath the sky,
As we go,
This we know,
God is nigh.
I must confess I am a Dove from a family of Doves. But I attended a series of lectures on Arlington Cemetery. The proceeds were to benefit the Wounded Warrior Project. I listened to many stories about how America brings all of our children home who are killed in combat. Or they are buried in one of American cemeteries overseas. I was touched about Arlington and those stories moved me. I didn’t know so many of them. I also learned that The song TAPS had lyrics. So I decided that I wanted to write on the subject. I want to give my respect to all of our wounded warriors. You were brave and courageous. I wish you well in your healing. I am still a Dove but you all have followed your hearts. That deserves respect.