So, on July 4, I find myself in another great community of people - this time in Silicon Valley. I'm in "Cuddle Comm" as the house has been named. Home to two Cuddle Party facilitators and an avid gardener. As three of us bumped into each other in the kitchen in the morning there were big group hugs in jammies and dressing gowns - and we did our grocery shopping in "Free Hugs" t-shirts.
I was loving being in a place where everything gets composted and recycled, clothes get dried in the sun and the produce in the garden became our salad for dinner (and boy, did it taste good!)
With a car boot full of blankets and pillows, we set off for the local July 4 firework show - which interestingly was taking place next to a piece of land deemed unusable for building because of all the toxic waste dumped there. We set up our cushy, padding atop some plastic (so we didn't get too contaminated!) and all snuggled in under sleeping bags to watch the fireworks. I made the gang sing some patriotic songs as a musical backdrop. When the sky got lit with fireworks in the shape of smily faces - I oohed and aahed. Yvonne said: "If the government has to manufacture explosives, let them be for firework shows - not for killing people." Hear! Hear! After the fireworks ended, we were left with the stars and the cricket chirps - which for me was an equally spectacular night show.
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