Issue 8 | The Sun Magazine
The Sun Interview

Thoughts On Community

An Interview With Stephen Gaskin

Each seed, each baby born, each word, each deed, all together now, creating the music of the world.

By Mike Mathers
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Transitions

I can live almost anywhere but my relationship with the animals and flora determine if I am at home there. The vibrations of any home, whether in city or countryside, are affected by the life that cohabits with us. And surely the quality of any life indicates and determines the quality of all life.

By Robert Diamant
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Doing Business

I am interested in being part of a community business for a number of reasons. Basically, I am sick and tired of working for organizations which put some distant goal or task (such as working on a “very important” government research contact) above my own needs as a person.

By Hal Richman
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Chapel Hill Journal

Just today I found that the dialogue with a book supersedes the lecture being given by it. Some compilers of books even work upon that premise.

By Gayle Garrison
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

One-Man Show

Friends are great — can’t say enough about them. When ya have one, cultivate him, appreciate him. A friend can make bad times a lot more bearable.

By I. Conoclast
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

First Night

Speaking without words is like bleeding. The actualization of color in the chest. A chapter in flesh-tones. A swim in the energy that moves people, that draws on the subtle influence of inner mysteries — those essences which are the source of human action.

By Joe Blankenship
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

A Primer On Friends, Family And Community

Friends: Not to be confused with admirers, or friendly faces, or lovers. No one has a lot of friends — at least, not good friends, and that’s the only kind.

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The New Age: Who Dares Believe It?

I remember when we dressed in silks, all hair and bells and sweet hallucination, and the bird that rose in our chest we called freedom, and let fly. It was the demand air made of us, and we made a fashion of the wind, sweeping, gliding, curving it to our needs.

By Sy Safransky
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Treehouse: Growing Up, But Mostly Growing

I came to Tree House because I was under so much pressure at home I was about to have a breakdown. My family had broken up and I was living with my mother and my brother.

By Cindy Crossen And Chip
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

An Open Letter To Ram Dass

It’s been more than a year since we met. Unless your recall is better than I imagine, I doubt you remember me. We talked for an hour; I was, ostensibly, interviewing you, for the first issue of THE SUN. In fact, I just wanted to be with you, and needed a good excuse.

By Sy Safransky
Fiction

The Marriage

Summer in College Town. At 7:30 a.m. eating a bagel with cream cheese at Out To Lunch they discuss getting married. At 5:30 p.m. the same day they are in a lawyer’s office in Raleigh writing their marriage contract.

By Britt Stafford
Fiction

No More Sheiks

“No more sheiks in this desert, man.” The dark-skinned, bearded one laughed half-heartedly through a mouthful of smiling teeth. “Not one of them bastards left now. Toke?”

By Blue Harary