Keywords: Dawning, the beginning of a new day. Age: 2000 years. Aquarius: in astrology, the water bearer.
Carrying water has always been the women’s task. From the stream, the river, the well, to the house, for cooking, washing, cleaning. And still, it is today in many countries around the world.
The point being, “the dawning” takes some time, and in the scope of 2000 years, a dawning may take many generations. And our planet and our lives are all about water.
Where I am currently living, in the center of France, running water into the house from municipal systems was put into place in 1967.
Where I was born and raised in San Diego, in 1967, we were kids playing with slip and slides, swimming pools, over chlorinated, turning our friends’ blonde hair kind of green, and maybe they are dead from cancer now, but that was the thing, at the time.
San Diego, the neo-paradise, pumped water from the ground to create an artificial landscape of “orange counties,” orange and avocado groves. (Semi-tropical plantations requiring a certain amount of water). Lemon Grove, a community of San Diego in the backcountry, full of agriculture lemons tree groves, now housing developments, probably pumping even more water from the ground for the neo-neo dreamers with a couple of showers a day, and green lawns mandated by the HOA …
You may think the ’60s was all about rock and roll, and maybe it was, but I was raised on opera, Broadway musicals, Harry Belafonte and Ray Charles.
So, I admit to being oblivious. Kids are oblivious. I was 9 years old in 1968.
I began my mistrust of the police from over-hearing my parents murmur after dinner about my elder cousins being harassed and arrested by the police for being “long-haired hippy freak-os” smoking dope in the parks or on the beaches. I admired my elder cousins, and still like guys with long hair, and of course thought the police were some kind of Nazis, but being oblivious, didn’t know what Nazis were at the time.
So now, when I see the portrayal of ’60s moms in Netflix videos as dancing drunk in the living room wearing tye-died flowing outfits, while their new generation accountant kids roll their eyes, I do not identify fully. Although I totally do dance out like that in real life.
My kids tell stories about how one Christmas morning when I played them the Queen album, Night at the Opera, and rocked out to Bohemian Rhapsody, they were appalled then, but now, proud, and they know every word to the song. I never knew every word to the song, but it was cool. And if there is one thing to say about the ’60s, and ’70s it is that you could DANCE.
I also played them Bob Marley, and they know every word … Get Up, Stand Up for Your Rights … was that ’68 or later? One season blends into another, one season inspires another …
The effect of ’68 was to inspire the next generations. Hair, Jesus Christ Superstar, and hundreds of rock groups singing love, peace, be free, be yourself, hang loose, let go, anti-something, pro -something else …
It was kind of confusing.
A lot of my friends from the era got confused. Many are dead now from the beach lifestyle of sex and drugs and rock and roll, as are many of their rock heroes, and some of their children, too …
So, back to water.
1968 was flowing, robes were flowing, hair was flowing, drugs were flowing new ideas were flowing … flowing into today.
The Establishment? What is that? Is that US? Is that some other enemy thing?
No, the Establishment IS us, and we are IT. We, our music, our flowing ideas, our black civil rights, our feminisms, our gay rightisms, our self-realization … that is us, our society, our country, our heritage, ours, and our children’s …
Because We are the Dawning.