1968 - Memories?

In 1968, while a senior at Cornell University in Ithaca, NY, I travelled to New Hampshire to campaign for Eugene McCarthy in that state's Democratic Primary. McCarthy was an anti-Vietnam War candidate and had captured the attention of those of us in "the movement." 

To my great surprise, I have just come across a mention of my being there. (My name was Diane Weinberg back then. I took Daffner when I married Richard, and changed to Diana at that time!) 

I don't remember this specific incident, although it has started to tickle the edge of my memories. What I DO remember is going door-to-door in very cold New Hampshire weather. (In this recent election, 2020, I campaigned by phone from home. More comfortable but fewer interactions.)

The article, written by J. Hayden Lynford, was about the Democratic Convention, and was published in 1968. In this excerpt, the author is writing about Theodore White and recalling his being at the New Hampshire primary earlier that year.

The recent release on Netflix of Alan Sorkin's film, the Trial of the Chicago 7, has gotten me thinking about those times. I plan to also watch (haven't yet) an earlier film about that trial, probably less slick but even more accurate, the docudrama Conspiracy: The Trial of the Chicago 8 by Jeremy Kagan.

I also recently enjoyed watching The Boys Who Said NO!, a film about the Vietnam war and the draft resistance. I knew several of them. 

For info about the Democratic Party Primaries in 1968, see Wikipedia. 

Three More!!

 BIG BIG News. Richard & I are taking a break from leading workshops. There will be only THREE MORE Intimacy Retreats (on Zoom). We're also preparing a video program so couples can create their own private retreat, with our program, in their home or a resort location. Exciting times! See www.IntimacyRetreats.com/3more

Virtual Retreats!!!

What an exciting development to occur during this crazy pandemic time..  Richard and I are leading our Intimacy Retreats via an online platform (currently Zoom). It's been awesome. Couples can attend who wouldn't have been able to travel to whatever destination we usually teach in. I'm loving it! and so are they. www.IntimacyRetreats.com/virtual.

Snippets

I've been writing poetry lately. Little snippets. Here goes...

Days

So quickly moving,

marching.

Faltering at times.

Still, piling up and

Slipping by.

Your love

a thread throughout. 

 

1/7/2020

Dawn.

A gentle lightening, emerges

from the darkness.

A new day being birthed.

All is possible.

Everything starts over.

Once again.

Today.

1/8/2020

Snippets.

Brief glimpses into my soul.

Short riffs. Interludes.

Each, only a moment.

All we ever have is one moment.

And then the next.

My life.

1/9/2020

Tide waters rushing

in to our little canal.

Twice daily, in and out again.

A metaphor for breath?

The Universal 2-beat?

A watery dance of Yin and Yang. Ever changing.

No resistance.

1/11/2020

Some days

Like this one

move slowly, little wind

except outside among the trees.

Here, within me, is stillness. 

No need to rush or do.

Time to go to the gym!

1/12/2020

Seriously.

Must we?

Be serious. 

A metaphor, another word for 

"What is."

Not so serious, just what is.

Embracing this moment in its full

seriousness. 

Can be joyful!

And yet present to the current reality.

Calmly, with heart-centered awareness.

Seriously. 

With joy. 

1/14/2020

The water in the canal is still, 

appears to not be moving..

Yet it must be. 

And there is life within it too.

When I am still, I am also alive!

1/17/2020

Water slow moving this morning, allowing its natural flow..

Can I move slowly today?

Being mindful and aware of all who will surround me?

Turning easily toward one,

then another,

Appropriately embracing

with loving attention..

1/22/20

She waits, hopefully.

Imagining his return 

To their bed of love. 

1/27/2020

So many things to do..

Could be doing..

Remembering to pause!

Forgetting to do.

1/28/2020

Slow day. Pleasant.

Almost comfortable.

Contemplative.

No matter, not even any real substance.

Empty space, awaiting inspiration.

Then, this.