What I remember as the Summer of Love was also a summer of a great deal of violence in our world. We, the Pepsi Generation…the peace loving, tree hugging, sign carrying, protesting hippies were a shock to the older generation. We had long hair and smoked dope and flashed peace signs at everyone in our tie died shirts and bell bottomed jeans. We wore little round sunglasses and we tuned out and turned on. We produced music that we still groove to. And look. Look what’s happened to our planet. Look what’s happened to our world. Here I am…the eternal Pollyanna. And I’m discouraged. I am saddened. I am angry. But I am not defeated. I cannot walk out my front door, sit down in the middle of a square and change the world. But I CAN raise the vibration of this planet one person at a time. I can hug as many people as possible. I can hold hands. I can share tears. I can kiss cheeks. I can love on as many people as I come into contact with every single day. I can look for the good and look for the God in people. Maybe I can’t change the world in one fell swoop….but I can surely affect enough people that it will cause a ripple effect. And if they spread the love and so on….maybe, just maybe we can turn this around. I’m going to the mountains today. I am going to a festival where I will spread love like sunshine. And, together, we will change the world with peace and love and understanding and compassion. Together, we have hope.

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“Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.”

Jude 1:2 NIV