For this first day of fall I decided to feature Esthet Mahlangu. I am in the fall of my life and I love seeing woman shining their amazing light in the winter of their lives. This 81 year old artist is an inspiration for me to never quit. 81 year old artist still strutting her stuff“>Inspirational Woman Of the Day
I have had such a nice month of September so far.
Don’t rush to judge me. Hear me out first.
One of the reasons my month has been nice is because of…
I never watched the cartoon Pokémon. My kids watched it and played with the cards. I bought them cards, but I didn’t know what they were doing with them.
Lots of kids collected trading cards.
To me, the new game meant nothing. I briefly worried about the whole “the government is tracking people with this odd game”.
I have concluded that we are probably tracked with these phones anyway in ways we don’t even understand. If we aren’t, that’s great. If we are, then my only recourse is shut off the phone or accept it.
For now I’ve accepted it because I have to. My family would probably have me locked up for being crazy if I unplug.
So in the meantime, myself, my husband and one of our sons are all playing Pokémon Go.
before Pokémon Go, we hardly spent any time together other than the occasional family dinner. We were busy or they were. He is married with two young children.
We all now meet two or three times a week at the parks around here and walk together and talk. A lot. We walked the track around the park for two miles last night!
My daughter in law doesn’t play the game and I’m not overly into it so we walk together and push the baby around. My son and his dad are playing, laughing, competing and walking all over the park. Mostly they walk behind us and veer off occasionally to find a Pokémon gym. But they are always within yelling distance so they can see us.
We are having family fun and exercisizing.
It’s a win-win situation.
Whatever it takes!
Hippie Lady 💜☮
P.S. I’m kind of hurting today. I may have over done it since I’m an amateur exerciser. 😩
Every generation has and will have names for the generations in the decades before them.
I have names for what I see in the generations before me. I and others call some of 1960’s and 1970’s society as Beatniks, Hippies, Disco Queens to name a few.
Names we give to our predecessors come from what was seen or heard in media and from conversations or experiences with others. For example think of “flappers”. It gives you a visual of a certain time.
I was a teen and twenty something in the 1980’s. The other day I was wondering to myself; why do I call myself Hippie Lady online? My mother was more hippie lady than I.
I loved Stevie Nicks’ style. She was like a good witch, or fairy. Mystical. She mesmerized men and women alike with her style.
My point is, what do people call the 80’s as pertaining to my so called idea of Stevie Style? It was widespread. It was beautiful. It was the mother of what became 90’s gothic.
It was/is the quiet child of hippie style. I think it’s bohemian. This style is timeless and has reincarnated since women stood and draped cloth across their bodies in lovely flowing silhouettes. Classic.
As for the Madonna look of the 80’s? I think it is hippies wild child. I don’t think it will be anything other than subject for Halloween costumes of the future. Much like those poodle skirts of the past became.
Well, one could only hope that they don’t come back. If it does. We would have to give it a name. 🤔
Hippie Lady 💜☮
Psst… I wore that Madonna look and I think I rocked it. ☺️
Earthquakes are rocking Oklahoma today. I wonder if the chain of events leading to this will ever truly be known. Regardless of why they happen, light is needed. People are scared and confused. Peo…
Earthquakes are rocking Oklahoma today. I wonder if the chain of events leading to this will ever truly be known.
Regardless of why they happen, light is needed.
People are scared and confused.
People want to blame other people. All people want to feel like they know that their theory is the correct theory.
Everyone gets caught up in pointing fingers and saying “you are wrong”. Today I’m putting my finger down, getting humble and envisioning peace and love.
If a huge life changing event happens, I pray that everyone comes together to spread love and healing light.
I’m going to focus on sending healing light to our planet and to the hearts and minds of all people.
Hippie Lady 💜☮
I bought a few more clown costume things and had some fun at a childcare center. I read a book about the circus to each classroom and I made some balloon flowers for the older children. Being a clown makes my heart sing. When I’m done playing clown for an audience I always feel like I have to go find somewhere else to share my happiness. But I just go home and sadly take off the makeup and the fun clothes and shoes. Is it ridiculous that I want to be a clown full time?! Yes it is. If I could I’d make everyone a fun happy clown at least for a day. Not one of those freaky scary kind of clowns. I think we can agree most people hate them. If you don’t, I think you need a head examination. 😂
Have a great day and clown around a bit. Have fun!
Hippie Lady 💜☮
I can’t sleep. Ever. I rest four, maybe five hours a night. I can’t stop thinking. I lie here in this big king, memory foam adjustable bed and tweet. I tweet a lot these days. I have Facebook and during the day I Facebook some. Some days I post several times a day. I’m bored with my existence. It sounds terrible. It sounds depressing to say I’m bored with my life.
It isn’t bad.
It isn’t sad.
It isn’t depressing.
It is just a fact that I’m in the middle of my life and I don’t know what to do next.
The things I come up with seem ludicrous.
Travelling and photographing 100 plus year old buildings that are abandoned.
Photographing little known, forgotten, cemeteries.
Being a clown. That sounds fun.
Opening another second hand shop.
Write a book even if no one reads it.
Drive all over the United States. Leave my home and just drive until I’ve hit all continental states. Screw Hawaii. I’m not all about flying unless I absolutely have to. I may at some point change my mind about the flying thing someday but for today… No need, no desire.
I feel like I’m not normal.
Not sure if that is a bad thing.