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A bit from the draft of my LSD book, which I’m working on now: The study habits that had made me a good student at Stanford kicked in as I read about Quakerism, the Bible, and prayer. Actually, to my surprise, I was a more diligent student now that I was studying exactly what I wanted to. If a book or a subject didn’t grab me, I put it aside. For example, I began reading a book called Dimensions of Prayer, written by a Quaker named Douglas Steere. He drew on Christians of all backgrounds. One thing I wrote down: Steere … Continue reading →
Here is a bit from the book I am currently writing, about being an LSD research subject in 1964: The evening before I took LSD, I stayed at the apartment of a friend who was living down the peninsula not far from the International Foundation for Advanced Studies. Vivian had been in France with me when we were both at the Stanford campus there, and once back in California we had roomed together. I felt very comfortable with her. We speculated on what might happen with the LSD and we swapped family tales. She and I both had brilliant, talkative … Continue reading →
My life changed drastically and for the better in the memoir I’m writing now. I just wrote the bit where I was living in Spain on practically no money with my boyfriend when I suddenly learned I had an unexpected $1500 (which was $12,000 in today’s money) so we could stay much longer in Spain. It felt so natural as I was in the flow of good things happening, long before I’d ever heard of “The Secret” or things like that. The other surprise was a gift from a friend.
I’ve just been writing about spending some time at Woodbrooke, a Quaker center in England where I went in the summer of 1966. I was a young hippie living in France when word reached me that my father had died and it was too late to go back to the US for the funeral. After grieving a while I decided to go to Woodbrooke, as I was getting more interested in Quakerism. My favorite story from my time there was of an older woman who had been imprisoned by the Germans during World War II. She noticed that she always … Continue reading →
I woke up the other morning suddenly understanding something that began over half a century ago. It had puzzled (and vexed) me but suddenly I knew why it had happened that way. What was it? Um, no matter, something very private. What’s blogworthy is the AHA that came to me this week. Another gift to me from writing memoirs!