Questionable is my way of asking each of you why we as a combined group of once loving individuals are not posting here. You wouldnâ€™t think that Iâ€™m implying that we are not close, do you?
Iâ€™m not afraid to venture deep inside my soulâ€¦and just like you – how many years will it take for all to open the circle of Love – My Oâ€™hana. Frantically, it saddens me to no end to recognize â€™spaceâ€™ and â€˜vacuumâ€™ are ever present. Sure we have all gone on to do other things, well that surely sounds like a clinical excuse, donâ€™t you?
Â Â Â We have all gone on to do other things and we are getting on – hell WWII and Rosy the Riveters blogs get more action.
Understandably, we have to come to our own conclusions, which mine is upon me at present. Either, we can not fully yet express our hearts as we were or we are without faculty and using the same excuses, â€œWhat for, for what goal or whoâ€™s purpose?â€ or as thought, you donâ€™t like us anymore, once did and never will come to grips about the fortunate times; dark on some occasions but many more Light times that weâ€™ve all saved up somewhere.
Â Now, the â€™somewhereâ€™ is the point of my contention and it is on the table – find it – open it – remember and share it with your friends. HAIR took so many of the good things from all religions, new found elations – combined them and gave you and I a glimpse into a past, yet a predictable unfolding for a new generation.
You canâ€™t beat that! You and I were rubbing shoulders (some more than others), feeling that we could beat the theatrical game, and actually help the â€˜movementâ€™ achieve its highest glory. So, again – â€œwhere art thou, my Friend, where art thou?!â€