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One day in 1971 my Guru asked me what I did about the letters I received. I replied that I answered them. Two letters had been brought to him that day. One letter he put on top of his head and the other he held between his hands for a moment. Then he tore up both of them and threw them on the ground.
By Ram DassJune 1975I lost idealism, which is a blind, naive, childish view of human existence, and I began to have faith. There had to be a reason for all of this suffering. There had to be a way for people to reach one another, to not have to live in constant fear.
By Blue HararyJune 1975The dust of sham recognition settled over the furniture where I should move about. Do I stir it and sneeze, or move so delicately that only molecules will notice me?
By Gayle GarrisonJune 1975Featuring this month: Mariakakis, The Keg Room, and Greek Quarter Restaurant best known as Kwikee Takeout.
By Ebba KraarJune 1975Baking can be fun; many of us know this and many of us know this all too well. But baking can also be a way of being creative and producing nutritious food which can provide us with protein, carbohydrates, fats, vitamins, and trace minerals.
By Hal RichmanJune 1975Creating an atmosphere of love and beauty often offsets the apparent meagerness of a meal. Wildflowers are free — dandelions, clover, all those pretty little flowers popping out in vacant lots or around public buildings in spring and summer — and as a centerpiece they remind us of the richness of the earth.
By Judy BrattenJune 1975Visiting the canteen, barking up the wrong tree, creating spaces of silence
By Our ReadersJune 1975Red dust swirls about the ditch at midday, flying in the face of a blindingly hazy sky. Muddy rivers of perspiration stream across faces and backs.
By Robert DonnanJune 1975Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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