We were appalled, where is the love and peace, we had expected to find in the flower power communities that we had heard so much about? We were beginning to experience, that the hippie´s dream of utopia, had already come to an end. And with it, our dream, was collapsing right in front of us. Thomas had already visited a few communes, asking if we could live on their land, and everyone had said no. He was discovering that the ideals of the hippies were not as wonderful as he had expected.
We had felt sure that this was the “door that the universe” had opened up for us. We had left our jobs, our cozy home and garden in Hayward, to move up to northern California. Our desire, was to live in a community with people who were liked minded: who were on a spiritual journey, to live in oneness with nature, like the Indians did.
It seemed like God was just as far away as the stars, as I stood there alone looking up into the sky, wanting to find some peace. Thomas and I, had always been together on our adventures, and now, what would I do if my husband didn’t return.
I didn’t know how, or what to pray that night. My only thought was; “God, where are you? And please bring my husband back to me.
