The ways I am a Hippy.

Oh boy. So I was looking through my pictures from this fall and winter, and I came across so many that would provide plenty of evidence of my hippy nature, that it was overwhelming. I am actually convincing myself that I have well-earned the title of Hippy. As my friends commented, labels schmabels, it doesn’t matter. But it’s funny. So shall we begin?

I live on a Gulf Island.
The Gulf Islands are known for their alternative ways. There is an excellent book by Brian Brett called Trauma Farm, about his farm on Salt Spring Island. (One of the islands in the Gulf Island conglomerate.) He confesses (or exalts) that he often goes off for brisk jaunts late at night wearing only gum boots. Only gum boots. I’ll let that sink in.





On that note, my kid is naked a lot.
yup, a lot. I have quite a few pictures to prove it. And we believe in communal baths among the wee ones…. because apparently I have a lot of pictures of Gabrielle bathing with other children.




(I might have to give Gabrielle double hippy points for the photo above. Naked Toddler Yoga is a whole new level)

I knit and I keep my knitting in a basket.
This is like a chic hippy fad on Pender. Get a cool African basket and put groceries, Farmers Market produce or knitting in it. I totally bought into this fad. And I feel cool when I do it.





I take photos of the following because I think it’s funny…



Ok perhaps the mustache picture isn’t very hippy. But I couldn’t work out any better excuse to get this picture into a blog post. Isn’t that bumper sticker awesome?? And the fact that it is on a PT Cruiser. It was a great moment.

I’m totally sold on baby-wearing.



Gabrielle also chooses to wear her baby. Clearly it is amazing!

I keep bees.


I lived on a boat.
We were on that boat for 13 months. Most of Gabrielle’s first year was on the boat. We loved living small and consuming little. Even though we are land-living now, we still consider ourselves to be living small and consuming little and that is part of the hippy lifestyle we are certainly on board with.


Kale chips are one of my favourite snacks.For serious. They are tasty.



Not only do I drink out of mason jars, but yesterday I tried to felt a cover for one of them so I could use it as a travel mug.I’m not sure if this hippy move can be overstated. I had this brilliant thought and this brilliant idea. So I phoned up my friend for a play date and we felted mason jar covers together. Yes, for real. And yeah, she had all her own felting stuff too. My felted cover is ugly as a three-horned toad and needs some decorating but it was worth a try. Now, I’m working on knitting a sleeve for my mason jar. I haven’t given up yet.



I accessorize with feathers.
This basically seals it for me. I just renewed my passport and Marc opened it up to see the picture and laughed at me. “You have your feather earrings in your passport picture!” He teased. Yup. That’s what kind of good hippy I am.


I avoid consuming electricity when possible.


Alright, this one could be because I’m pretty cheap. I hate spending money where it doesn’t need to be spent. So heat, I prefer a wood stove. I prefer to hang dry my clothes.


This is a manual coffee grinder. I own one from when we lived on the boat and did not have power. I do not use this now unless I have no other choice. The fact that I own one has to give hippy points in itself.


I’m incredibly attacted to VW Westfalias.I have owned one. We sold it when it constantly broke down on us. But we have regretted selling it and it would not be surprising to find ourselves in the possession of one again. When I drove my westfalia (when it was not broken down on the side of the road) I was grinning ear to ear. I couldn’t tell if strangers were smiling at me because I looked so darn happy, or because it was such a cool vehicle.

The simple fact that this post is much longer than the one previous may speak for itself. We may have a mushroom identification book next to a New York Times best seller but nothing in this world is completely here or there anyway. Being very present, making time to enjoy each other, and living small are values that are very important to us. They lean us toward that hippy lifestyle. I suppose if you were gonna give us a label, I could live with that one.

Oh and how could I forget this one. One of the ways I am most hippy is that I am a doula!

End of story.

About Amanda

Living a simple quiet life on the Gulf Islands, BC.

15 Thoughts on “The ways I am a Hippy.

  1. Like I said. Its official!

    • your favorite steisr from framinghamJanuary 7, 2010Screw Winter Solstice my dear I hate the cold..I’m a firm beleiver in celebrating SUMMER SOLSTICE. But either way it was great to spend it with you!JP

  2. Kristen on 12 January, 2013 at 4:08 pm said:

    So funny. I laughed all the way through. And people think I’m a hippy for living on a boat, cloth diapering my little one, and riding around with her on my bike. You, you Gulf Island Hippy, have me beat!

  3. Reiner on 12 January, 2013 at 6:55 pm said:

    Rednecks drink out of Mason Jars. Just sayin’.

  4. Okay fine, the mushroom book seals the deal. And the feathers. For sure.

    • Thanks Ben for your comment. Personally I’m sick of the way that Climate Change is a guilt trip laid on the iinavidudl. There is an almost holier than thou attitude…it’s turned into an issue of moral superiority.If the government really wanted to change things, they would tackle corporations not tax iinavidudls to the point that there is a back lash against the whole environmental issue.

  5. Christy on 13 January, 2013 at 5:27 am said:

    The feathers sealed the deal! But naked toddlers are the ing in the non-hippie world too! LOL!

    • I was always fienacatsd by this custom in Argentina (except even there the men cheek-kiss). I like the passion and intimacy of the culture, and this greetings and goodbyes are just one example. It is a little weird in the US where there is no consistency, and some people are just so awkward about about any touching. The worst is when one person goes in for the hug and the other the handshake.But I am glad I will not have to go around cheek-kissing 20 sweaty people in my gym class.

  6. I love the varying opinions of what makes a “hippy”… mason jars are all the rage in any DIY/Crafting circle. Pinterest is crammed full of trendy things to do with mason jars – like make your own cozies! This begs the question: is being a hippy trending towards being popular or have hippies bought into a trend and just don’t know it? :) lol. I think I’d make the same argument for the feather accessories too!
    I think its definitely the entire package that makes you a hippy m’dear rather than any of the individual pieces (although some pieces definitely hold sway)… but please don’t ever change… “Hippy” or otherwise, complete with your love of Starbucks, you are the one and only, wonderful you.

  7. Amanda, I’ve been out of touch for a while, but I loved this post. I have a secret longing to be a hippy; I dream of running away to New Mexico and living in an earthship… LOL. Then I was talking to a friend who said, umm Toni, you kind of are a hippy already?

    Let’s see. Grow most of my own food (including processing meat–NEVER thought that would be the case! Don’t have to be a vegetarian to be a hippy anymore?); drink much herbal tea; husband definitely loves those “gumboot walks” down to the chicken coop at night (too cold for my wimpy self); love brown rice and was macrobiotic for a couple of years; knit; have a woodstove by which we dry clothes and sometimes fruit, and with which we’re now heating our hot water for the kitchen too; have a long history with yoga; have a new age blended with Buddhism blended with liberal Christianity spiritual belief system; talk to my chickens…what else? Clean with baking soda and vinegar, don’t use shampoo, shave some parts but not others…Live on the west coast (not as cool as a Gulf Island, but close!)… If only that was my whole life!! Sadly, in the other half of my life I have to commute to a demanding job that takes me away from my daydreams more often than I would like. Happily, I’m an English prof, which means my job is talking about writing and dreaming! What can I say? It’s a blessed life to be sure–hippy or not.

    • I still like your childish rrcneeefes to family home eviling Heather’s favorite food being bisgetti Adam loving the movie Lord Pocal Sherff (Support your local Sheriff)Becky wanting the baSLAMic vineger dressing And Geff declining grahmn crackers by saying, I don’t want any damn tackers!

  8. That is probably the gsteeart class ever! I would love to meet the teacher!The title of your post caught my attention first, actually, as I’m travelling to Moscow, Idaho for an international Jazz festival in a very short amount of time!-Robyn

Post Navigation