This is for my hippie kids, the ones who were so nice that at first it was suspicious. This is for the ones who found the lost and lonely child in my woods and brought him home, the kids who somehow sloughed off their brushes with darkness and cynicism, who stopped, then simply stepped around that doomed fist-fight we fought with life, who shrugged off gender roles and expectations, who live truly, without apology, in empathy and compassion and hope.
This is for you, my hippie kids, if you ever find yourselves here and reading this, may you know who you are. Thank you for bringing me back, for being a reminder of the light. If you’d come any later, I might have missed it entirely.