Urban Hippie: And now for something completely different…
read more…: Urban Hippie: And now for something completely different…I always thought I was younger when I first heard about Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
Byline: Irene Martin
Posts by Irene Martin
The Urban Hippie: ‘Not flesh of my flesh’
read more…: The Urban Hippie: ‘Not flesh of my flesh’I have loved The Adoption Creed, as the poem above is often called, ever since I first read it. I remember making some sort of poster out of it for friends who had adopted a beautiful baby girl. It’s just one of those lovely sayings that stays with you. I never applied it to me personally until I met and fell in love with the two kids who would become my beloved stepchildren.
The Urban Hippie: ‘Dave’s not here, man.’
read more…: The Urban Hippie: ‘Dave’s not here, man.’I enjoyed the exploration of this new green world and felt I had found the strains that worked for me when an opportunity to work in the industry presented itself. After I started working at a dispensary I learned so much more about cannabis all of its compounds and various delivery methods. I was so impressed with the training that we received and our on-site pharmacist was very knowledgeable not only of cannabis but other medications as she came from the retail pharmacy industry.
The Urban Hippie: What does meditation look like to you?
read more…: The Urban Hippie: What does meditation look like to you?My meditation life is more like a beautiful mosaic of colors, sounds and tactile components. And yours can be, as well. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Some people confuse “different” with “wrong.” We’re not building jet engines, we’re just trying to give our own “gravity vehicles” the strength and serenity they need to help us live our best lives. It doesn’t have be any deeper than that.
The Urban Hippie: Setting Expectations
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Setting ExpectationsThere’s a phrase I learned in recovery that advises expectations are just delayed disappointments. Which I find very helpful. Don’t have expectations of other people’s behaviors, success or failures. Be supportive but have strong boundaries. And realize their journey is their own. Not what you might hope, pray or expect it to be.
The Urban Hippie: Women’s History Month – Judy Beigbedier
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Women’s History Month – Judy BeigbedierI first met the woman who was going to change my life forever in early summer 2004. I had recently discovered a wonderful hobby, Letterboxing, and went to a gathering to meet other “‘boxers”. Judy was pretty new to the hobby herself and attended the same gathering. Letterboxing is a fantastic, truly one size fits all hobby.
The Urban Hippie: Walking Labyrinths
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Walking LabyrinthsLabyrinths have been around almost as long as humans have. There have been rudimentary labyrinths discovered among Neolithic ruins in cultures and locations all around the world.
Baby, you can drive my car!
read more…: Baby, you can drive my car!This column is about a particular car that was gifted to me at a particular time in history that honestly saved my sanity and is now a part of our family lore.
The Urban Hippie: Thanks to Bob Weir the music never stopped
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Thanks to Bob Weir the music never stoppedI had planned to write this column a few months from now but real life happens and a moment presents itself. Bobby Weirs’ recent passing made me want to write this sooner rather than later.
Keep calm and hygge on
read more…: Keep calm and hygge onA couple of years ago a lovely young woman I worked with named Juli told me about a Danish custom called Hygge. I love to learn about various cultural observances and practices as I think the world has so many wonderful things in it, I want to learn as much as I can about all of it! If we learn and share together we can learn to respect and celebrate each other better.
The Urban Hippie: Confessions of a Happy Holiday Slacker
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Confessions of a Happy Holiday SlackerThe first year I didn’t decorate was probably weird. But not enough that I remember what year it was. I just remember thinking “I don’t need this to enjoy the season, so I’m not putting myself through this nonsense anymore.”
The Urban Hippie: Generation Who?
read more…: The Urban Hippie: Generation Who?Instead of Howdy Doody we had Scooby Do. We heard all about Woodstock and the Summer of Love but watched the Watergate hearings on TV with our Mom and raced home every day after school to watch Dark Shadows. My older siblings loved Bandstand and the Jerry Blavet show on our local Philly TV stations. My little sister and I watched Soul Train. One of my older siblings and I compared our childhood experiences once and realized they were nothing alike. It was like we were raised in two different families. And by two different sets of parents.
Eternal gratitude to the woman who raised the woman who raised me
read more…: Eternal gratitude to the woman who raised the woman who raised me“I wish I had paid more attention…listened more to the stories.” I read that over and over from friends as we age and lose those that came before us. I am living that same exact regret now at this moment in history. It’s not that I miss my mom so much as wish I could remember her stories better.
Completely unoriginal end of the decade musings on gratitude and grace
read more…: Completely unoriginal end of the decade musings on gratitude and graceSo here we are, the 2019 Holiday Season is coming to a close. And not to put even more pressure on folks it’s also the end of the decade.
How can I build a life with my ‘little sister from my first mister’? It’s called love
read more…: How can I build a life with my ‘little sister from my first mister’? It’s called loveThe reason my friend Bern moving in with me is a little unusual is that she’s my first husband’s second wife. Got that? Or as I call her, my “little sister from my first mister.” When did we meet? About six months after my first husband met and fell in love with her. So this is where a lot of folks stop and re-read that sentence. Yes, that’s how it happened.
