So, this has come up, now and again, and I wish to address it and clear the air.
I’m a fucking hippie.
I hug trees. I love the Bottle Bill, and faithfully recycle my cans and bottles. I also teach my children to do the same.
I buy from local farmers, organic whenever possible. Because I believe it’s important to keep the land around my rural Oregon home the way it’s been for a long time – berry fields, nurseries, and orchards.
I go for long soaks at Common Grounds, and I am planning my next retreat at Breitenbush Hot Springs.
I shop at New Seasons whenever I can, because I want to support a local business who is doing good things in my community. And I’m thrilled about their honeybees on the roof.
I hike the Gorge. And I pick up other people’s trash when I go. Because the Gorge is amazing and people who litter piss me off.
I grow my own veggies and fruits, to teach my children about where food comes from. And because they taste amazing. And I can and freeze the results, because nothing beats opening a jar of summer produce on a rainy January day.
I shop at thrift store so I’m reusing people’s castoffs, and because I can’t afford to by clothes new, most of the time.
I teach my children to recycle their yogurt cups and water bottles, so they know that they are responsible for caring for the world, too.
I work with the Portland Fruit Tree Project to harvest people’s unwanted fruit, and I love that I am helping the Oregon Food Bank when I do so.
I fucking love yoga, and I’m looking at starting Hula dance lessons this summer.
I may or may not be considering yarn bombing the local park.
Have I mentioned I’m poly?
So, you see the label on the box? The one that says “fucking hippie”? Truth in advertising, baby. Truth in advertising.