On Becoming Hippie

With the 2009 blockbuster movie, Avatar, we met a new science-fiction race, the Navi.

Wikipedia says Navi are “10-foot tall (3.0 m), blue-skinned, sapient humanoids who live in harmony with nature and worship a mother goddess called Eywa.”

After this movie, I had three people, two of whom were my children, tell me I was a Navi, even though I don’t worship Eywa.  


I think maybe they were telling me I was a hippie.

Mom, Dad, would you be upset to find out I was a hippie?

All my life I’ve been call that and I don’t get it. I don’t go around spreading love, wearing flower petal crowns and crochet shirts, and I don’t say “peace dude” or things like that.

Why do people call me a hippie?” I asked a good friend, who just rolled her eyes and said, “You don’t know?”

Well, ok. Maybe I try to spread love. Sometimes I say “peace dude”.

I have a crochet shirt.


Recently, I have found one of the hippie-bubbles of the world and it’s rocked MY world.

This leg of my trip has been less about travel, and more about settling down and getting some things done. I’m building an online business that takes a lot of intense time. I have made my home in the state of Goa, India, which is also the home to hippies from all over the world. pak beng leanne

In this small bubble in India I can wear pants, eat spaghetti and speak English. I can also make a living teaching hula hoop or juggling lessons if I wanted, and it’s the place where, finally!, I have embraced my inner hippie.

I’m a hippie.

Deep down, I guess I always knew.

This is my confession, announcement, coming out: I am finally, knowingly, hippie.


I mean, *Peace


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