Far out, Eleanor, you do get my black heart beating. This life, I can't imagine the freedom, that's what it feels like to me. I know it's not all freedom but this is as close as it gets.
The early days of the commune were incredibly free in their idealistic attempts at openness and connection. We had a beautiful wild time, it was a beautiful wild idea and I'm ever proud and grateful that we did it. So many people used to talk about doing it. That's where the action sprang from, for us. Less chat, more actual doing.
Yes I will. It’s coming ….
Far out, Eleanor, you do get my black heart beating. This life, I can't imagine the freedom, that's what it feels like to me. I know it's not all freedom but this is as close as it gets.
The early days of the commune were incredibly free in their idealistic attempts at openness and connection. We had a beautiful wild time, it was a beautiful wild idea and I'm ever proud and grateful that we did it. So many people used to talk about doing it. That's where the action sprang from, for us. Less chat, more actual doing.
Wonderful. I am far too cerebral for an actual commune but their ambition delights me.
Will you let us know what happened to The May Queen?
Bet the neighbours got a shock 🤣😂🙏
Yes. She was like that. She had the effect.
They still talk about it 😂
I want to paint her