For Hippy Urban Girl, a simple cup of coffee is no simple thing, but it’s satisfying all the same.
Changing Seasons and Creativity
There is a part of me that wonders if my creative cycles are a result of the extreme distinct nature of the seasons or if it is a deeper moon pull, a memory of childhood that untangles like a loose thread. Regardless, I am surrendering to the deep longings that dance about like the last of the leaves…
One with the Light
When our lives slow down we have time to appreciate the beauty around us, the poetry of life, the sunlight and the serenity. But, as Hippy Urban Girl discovers, it isnt always easy to maintain that sweet slowness in the age of the internet.
“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it — the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it — the whole story doesn’t show.” —Andrew Wyeth The first days of autumn are here and the rain falls wet on leafy gold lined streets. The […]
A Visit Home
In this evocative post, Hippy Urban Girl writes, “I want to return home even as I know that the home I want to return to is gone, evaporated into the cycle of death, returned to the earth, the sand and becoming a part of a different story carved out of a piece of driftwood.”
It reminded her of an old boyfriend. It proved incredibly hard to grow. But Hippy Urban Girl soon learned that she had underestimated the trickster of gardens — lavender.
A Father’s Love
Father’s Day. A time to celebrate those men who stand steadily by, waving the BBQ brush in the air, strong hands hold gently as you pour out the sadness of your heart. I always think of my dad as the one who would fix everything with patient hands that spoke of his quiet heart. He wasn’t […]
It’s amazing to me how much the weather can affect my mood. When the sun is shining bright and the sky sings a pale blue smile, my heart feels lighter. When the thunder clouds roll in and lightning streaks across the sky, my body feels exhilarated and excited. I can be languid in the heat and sleepy in the deep droop of snowfall.
There are days when my smile comes as easily as my feet hitting the worn floorboards in the early morning rise. On those days, it’s easy to think lovely thoughts and the world seems easy; the light soaks into the world in golden hues and girls chase you down with flowers in hand. True story. […]
I live in the heart of a city, but when I look outside my window I breathe in the blue of the sky and the towering elm trees that create a canopy over my street. I live in the heart of a city, but I am exactly one block away from the river and a […]