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Treehouse: Growing Up, But Mostly Growing

I came to Tree House because I was under so much pressure at home I was about to have a breakdown. My family had broken up and I was living with my mother and my brother.

Essence

The New Age: Who Dares Believe It?

I remember when we dressed in silks, all hair and bells and sweet hallucination, and the bird that rose in our chest we called freedom, and let fly. It was the demand air made of us, and we made a fashion of the wind, sweeping, gliding, curving it to our needs.

Chapel Hill Bitters

First Night

Speaking without words is like bleeding. The actualization of color in the chest. A chapter in flesh-tones. A swim in the energy that moves people, that draws on the subtle influence of inner mysteries — those essences which are the source of human action.

Of Home Now

One-Man Show

Friends are great — can’t say enough about them. When ya have one, cultivate him, appreciate him. A friend can make bad times a lot more bearable.

No More Sheiks

“No more sheiks in this desert, man.” The dark-skinned, bearded one laughed half-heartedly through a mouthful of smiling teeth. “Not one of them bastards left now. Toke?”

Thoughts On Community

An Interview With Stephen Gaskin

Each seed, each baby born, each word, each deed, all together now, creating the music of the world.

A Primer On Friends, Family And Community

Friends: Not to be confused with admirers, or friendly faces, or lovers. No one has a lot of friends — at least, not good friends, and that’s the only kind.