Issue 117 | The Sun Magazine

August 1985

Readers Write

A Simpler Life

Wrapping things up, being a post-menopausal woman, seeing the northern lights

By Our Readers
Quotations

Sunbeams

Where there is great love, there are always miracles. Miracles rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming to us from afar, but on our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

Willa Cather

The Sun Interview

The End Of A Sixties Dream?

An Interview With Stephen Gaskin

Things did happen. We got out of Vietnam. We made it so that you couldn’t run a racist society separate from the rest of the United States, so that the Constitution reached down into corners of Alabama and Mississippi. We got rid of a President who was a tyrant. We brought new forms of education to other countries through the Peace Corps. There was a tremendous cultural flowering that took place. All flowers eventually curl up. But the significance of the flower is in the seed. The seeds were planted.

By Michael Thurman
The Sun Interview

Broken Bond

An Interview With Joseph Chilton Pearce

If the majority of our children stopped producing twelve-year molars, we’d be in shock; yet they’ve stopped producing twelve-year mentality. Operational thinking fails to take place in seventy percent of our children, and no one pays that much attention. Instead, we do what we are doing to our children earlier and do more of it. We put them in school earlier and earlier, and keep them in school longer and longer.

By Mothering Magazine
Fiction

Eating Rattlesnake

I was sitting at my desk near midnight, when the hair on the back of my neck rose, and a chill ran down my spine. I think someone is standing somewhere a ways behind the cabin, watching me through the windows.

By Jon Remmerde
Fiction

Love

Before my father died I loved my mother, but now it’s different. I can no longer go to her, put my arms around her, or anything like that. She has become somehow strange to me, and so, not lovable.

By Karlton Kelm