Hippies

one of the happiest times of my life was living with the hippies in the woods

we were renting a farmhouse about ten minutes drive from Nimbin...

there were about eight or ten people living there..

and usually three or four others crashing...

the house was constantly filled with the delicious smell of baking..

cakes and ale..! just replace the ale with the holy herb

and you get the picture

it was summer and none of us used to wear very much...

sometimes only beads and a straw hat...

at first i was like phwoa..naked women...free love...music...and drugs

i thought i had died and gone to heaven...

but after a while the whole thing mellowed into a non possesive

sense of physical ease and a warm non specific eroticism

coupled with the delicious warmth of being surrounded

by like minded peaceful loving folk..ah bliss

we used to wander the fields looking for the mushrooms we called blue meanies

and eat them as we found them...

believing that we would be guided to the right dosage by the meanies themselves...

i once spent an entire mushroom trip in one of the swimming holes in the river...

while i was lazily floating i came face to face with a green snake...

we were both very surprised and swam away from one another at high speed