Yesterday someone called me a hippy. And I said, 'thank you'.
What does that word mean?
You say it because I hug trees and want to be outside, because I talk to plants and the sky, because I'm an artist, because I don't pin God to one place, because I believe in love, because I believe in my power to create and commune.
You call me a hippy and I say, 'thank you'. Because as a white American I'm re-connecting to my ancient roots in Druidic Ireland, Pagan England, to the Universal Earth Woman in me, to the bottom of the sea and the top of the stars and beyond into galactica.
You call me a hippy and I say, 'thank you'. Because I believe in that spirit. The soul rebellion. The heart warrior. The earth goddess. The mermaid. The nymph. The healer. The crone. The shaman. The visionary. The unexplainable "Hippie" in the undefinable "New Age".
You call me a hippy and I can accept that.
Because these terms are a dead lackluster label and under them I will sit creating beautiful things from the root of my soul that labels could never define.
So when you call me a hippy I thank you sincerely. Because along with all the other people of the earth whose souls are rising up, I will be the hippy standing with them changing the world.