“The hicks and the hippies had a baby. They named it Oregon,” I said to Ming. It was early morning, and we were talking about camels. Hmm, made sense at the time. Water, carrying water, tons of water. Yes, the desert and this biome here are sort of opposite. green Oregon is a place I… Read More »
Hello, how are you doing? I was having some trouble with my throat chakra. It can feel stuffed up. What words did I need to say, that I swallowed to keep fake peace for my survival? When did I clam up, to protect myself or someone else? What truths did I pretend did not exist,… Read More »
“What exciting things do you like to do for fun?” the man asked me. He was a new friend in community, giving me the chance to speak about myself. My mind was a blank, trying to see my life in terms of this new friend and his values. Survival, I thought. That was all that… Read More »
Tempeh is a food I like. Yes, I am a real hippie. Well, a more real hippie than me would probably make their own tempeh! It has a fermented aspect. It’s made of soybeans like tofu, but the soybeans are more intact. I didn’t know how to cook it for a long time. Now I… Read More »
“What do you like best about being a hippie?” I asked Ming. I love hippies. “I’m not a hippie!” he said. “Look in the mirror!” I said. “You have the hairdo! What’s your favorite thing? My favorite thing is the fresh sauerkraut.” “Food culture,” Ming said. “Like Sandor Katz?” I asked. “Food culture.” Oh, he… Read More »
“I hate hippies. Too bad I am one,” I said to Ming. I had ordered online some spelt pasta. “Yeah, in case your elbow is in a spelling bee,” I said. I read the box directions for cooking the pasta. It said to bring water to a boil and slowly add the pasta. “Yeah, it’ll… Read More »