Day 6: A picture of something that makes you happy
This was several years ago. Maggie was 3 and Stephanie was 15. It was I have to say without a doubt, an amazing summer. We had so much fun, back then there was no Hezzie. Stephanie came for the summer have several years of not coming. Jimmy was elated and spirits were high. We went to the beach, camped outside, made s'mores and had fried bologna with our eggs at breakfast. We made bread, had Bible Study in our apartment....I did not want it to end. This was the last time we saw Stephanie. This was a picture I took because, I felt I may never have the same opportunity. This is Jimmy and his daughters...beautiful daughters. This picture makes me happy on so many levels. I look forward to the day when we may have another one.
Love and Memories
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Day 3: Your first love
Okay, so I was 18 and full of life. I thought I was in love with him. Looking back, I think it was pure lust. Okay, I know it was. He was older by four years, had dark hair and pale skin. His moon tan made me swoon. He wore skinny jeans before they were cool and Doc Martens that went almost to his knees. It could be 115* outside and he was still in black from head to toe. Not that we ever did much with the sun out. He played guitar and sang me songs, some that were about me. We had tons of fun the couple of months we had together. Lots of fun.
We would take moonlit walks and talk about crazy stuff. He would howl at full moons and kick rocks. I thought he was so bad ass. My mom thought he was weird. my brother thought he was crazy and they were both right. He lived with his mom, she was awesome and real. The closer the time it came for me to leave for boot camp the more erratic his behavior became. The awesomeness of his moods and brooding because stressful. He depression and "deep thoughts" not so endearing when I was the reason he wanted to die. Or as he said "lack of contact would just put him beyond the point of wanting to live."
I sometimes remember him when I smell burning sage or hear a Tangerine Dream song. He was so goth and I was so taken a back.
As fun as it was glad it is over.
Day 2: Meaning behind your blog name
Why this name, you ask? I changed my blog name to this because i found it fitting. I have a lot of love for people and life. Granted I do have my down times, and moments of complete and total frustration with people and life. But, mostly I have a big heart and big love.
The Domestic Hippie part is just that. I am a hippie at heart. I love being barefoot, nature, activism, growing my own food and what not. Domestic because, I am a domestic. No out of the home jobs for me. During the day I am home with my five kids, two dogs and two hens. I cook, clean, bake, sew and thrift shop. Maybe it should be the Secondhand Hippie....hmmm. No, I love my blogs name.
So I Love being a Domestic Hippie.
Love and Dandelions
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