Hold on Yoko, Yoko hold on its gonna be alright,
You’re gonna make the flight…
On my way to JFK in NYC, find myself thinking of John Lennon. Now I understand him as a survivor of childhood abuse, probably with PTSD. And look how humane he was able to become. The heart chakras are always there, waiting on us, supplanting the toxic. Just give chakras a chance.
How I miss Lennon, who’s voice right now in this age of surveillance would be wise and witty.
How I can’t stand Peter King, who, as folksinger Christine Lavin would say, is “a prisoner of his hairdo.”
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