Hippie Ways

So, I mentioned to you that my 'hippie' ways get me in trouble in this part of the globe.  They have never got me into serious call-mom-for-bail-money trouble.  Then again, I'm not a card carrying member.  People have been calling me a 'hippie' for years now and I just smiled, and went along with it because, well, it wasn't an insult to me.  My parents were 'hippies' and they are pretty darn awesome so I was okay with being like them.  A little.

Now, when I say 'hippie' I don't mean I promote the use of psychedelic drugs, protested the Vietnam War  or attended Woodstock.  So just to set the record straight: I do try to meditate, could live most days without eating meat and think a well-timed flash of a peace sign to an accommodating driver on the road can cure road rage.  I think this world would be a better place if we rode our bikes more, spent more time seeing the colors in the trees and had respect for all people, even if they don't think the same way we do. 


Call me a hippie if you'd like.  Maybe I'm just a California Girl.

That likes to carry reusable bags in her car, just in case she stops to go shopping.  



And wears roses in her ears...

Hmm...Okay, maybe they are right!