Inner Woodstock

Betty Page. What fed her soul? What inspired her? What gave her the golden glow of fulfillment? Once, many years ago, I made a collage that asked this question. Sometimes, rarely, my eyes leak during such acts of contemplation. More commonly, I stare at my hands, a waterfall, or pinup girl and sense that, on an atomic level, there is a Trickster at work. It is helpful for me to ask about people's motivations, including my own. It is helpful to send beneficent cops, anthropologists, and trip sitters to one's inner-Woodstock. Yes, indeed.