“Lots of people I know have bootlegged tapes of performances and if they play it I will be transported back sometimes with happiness, sometimes with horror.”
~ Chris Bailey,The Saints
This image takes me back to when I was 17. My eyes are closed with an inward feeling-look upon my face. It is the feeling of a blissful heart. This picture was taken by my first boyfriend who was a semi-professional photographer, graphic artist, and print man.
It became a romantic nuance when he took my picture. At the time I was young, foolish and in love with him. Looking at the image my face shows reflection, mockery, and beauty. Time has taken its toll. I am a survivor of one crazy life, but with continuity I can still call upon the youthful and blissful heart of my youth.
This picture takes me back to a time during the 1970’s when mom and dad were alive. This is when taking a walk with your boyfriend means something special. I was an open blossom of life fresh as a daisy, rose, or yellow dandelion.
I threw away most of the pictures Mike took of me. This image was rolled up in a paper towel container. My mom saved it for me. I found it recently due to spring cleaning, thank you mom. My wild ways and rebellion, which came a few years later, did not get to this image. I destroyed all images from high school and my schoolbooks.
Today I am glad to see how I once was. My body has changed and beauty has faded but I still feel the same in my heart. A blissful heart is still youthfully present. I don’t deny that anymore, not now, not ever again. As I have recently learned this is the relationship between my Maiden and Crone.
The song below is what Mike, and I listened to at that time with a little help from our friends. In the 1970s pot was everywhere and mostly free. (Ya… I am not talking to my generation here but to the youngsters who may not know this.)
As you may well know…this song came later… it was fun too. Maybe punk rock was or is a kinda rebirth or something!?
Yet now I can blend both parts of myself together.
