This is Not an Ad for Woodstock Way

Jack Kerouac once famously demanded of his readers,”Do you know time?” Well, do
you? Kerouac spent his life “digging on” the time ideation, musing on the sacred nature of present self expression and searching for the ever elusive “IT”; “the moment when you know all and everything is decided forever”.

And here we are. Fall is upon us and winter creeps steadily forward. And it seems as if  summer came and went like a visit with a close friend who couldn’t stay for very long. I’ve overheard from so many city folk, of various ages, that this summer, more than in summers past, went faster, or, at least, it seemed it was perceived from a random sampling as having moved faster. The phenomenon of community experiencing and commenting on time moving faster or slower begs some questions; do we share a collective experience of time? Or is time subjective to our perception of a time-construct? Do we, like Kerouac asked, know time? Like, when we look at a clock and perceive how it moves – is it moving at the same rate for all of us? Or is the individual’s experience of time subjective? And is our task list oriented existence and constant smart phone drum beat accelerating our perceptions? Making us believe that time is going faster? Or is it actually accelerating time itself? Lately, I tend to agree with the latter. And more and more I find myself having off-the-grid fantasies of slowing time down even if it is just for a little while before hurtling into the sugar dipped blur of the holi-daze. But can we? Is it possible to slow the clock down and drink life in just a little deeper?


Dig this for a moment; according to Einstein’s theory of general relativity, gravity can bend time. If you would — envision a four-dimensional fabric called space-time; if anything that has mass rests on that piece of fabric, it causes a dimple or a bending of space-time. So, theoretically, where you are could in fact change your relationship to time…

I’ve felt this sensation close to mountains carpeted in trees, cliffs and waterfalls cut and scraped into shape by ancient passing glaciers. You feel that change in gravity; your very relationship to the earth altered in some energetic way. So maybe you can slow time down in a place like that maybe, in a place with a greater gravitational pull perhaps time becomes more subjective to our experience? So how and where we choose to truly spend our time affects time itself. Possibly. There are be places where you can move more deeply into yourself; letting thoughts go and identities once formed, taking your time to just…be. A place where you can give yourself permission to follow life’s flow without a pattern.

And I know a place where this is possible…

Woodstock Way.


Places like this do not just spring up from the earth they are envisioned and manifested from the hearts, heads, and hands of dreamers. Jesse and Cindy Halliburton are those dreamers and they had a dream to connect with the story, the music and the Chi of one of the world’s most storied towns, Woodstock, NY. Woodstock is a town where, at a certain moment in time, America’s consciousness actually shifted and evolved in a sort of counter cultural moment of alchemy.


In Woodstock the collective belief still exists that through art, music, personal expression and peace in practice lies the source of change. It’s this sharing of collective consciousness, of peace through creativity, that drove Jesse and Cindy with their partners, Ryan Giuliani and his family, to build Woodstock Way. Construction was a struggle, a test of their fiber, their character, and, at times, they built it on their own – with no construction crew – with their own hands – and love – and always in the spirit
of community…

Woodstock Way is less than two hours from Hoboken, an easy drive that even without your GPS on let’s you know you’re close when you can smell the pine trees.

When you get to the hotel, you’ll notice, that while it is entirely nestled into its own world, it is not off the beaten path but rather rests in the center of Woodstock on its main street.

The motto at Woodstock Way is “Live, Love, and Listen”. Hike, bike, meditate, take a yoga class, or stroll through town perusing the shops. The choice of path is yours but no matter where you go to explore you will return to the comforts of beautifully appointed rooms and an experience curated with care. Book a room and find out if maybe, just maybe, you can slow time down for just a minute or two…


You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream
and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.
– Li Po

Written by Joseph Castelo.

Joseph Castelo,  born in Brooklyn, bred in Jersey. His family has been in business in Hoboken for 60 years and Joe can still remember the smell of sawdust on the floor of The Clam Broth House. Joe is an entrepreneur and filmmaker. You can catch his latest film, “The Preppie Connection” on Netflix.