Personal Narrative - My Mother, the Hippie

My mother, hippie, my mother is "hippie" in any way. So I was at Great Outdoors when I was young. Even a few years later, we lived in a commune farm. I think that my mother's big garden and my nickname "Beans" will be found any time. I remember cats and goats were roaming I remember all the children sleeping in the ceiling full of sleeping rooms.

My young Baha'i father and mother lived in a large bohemian house near the University of Washington in 1967. They regularly hold informal meetings and want to know more about Bahá'í. Faith is called "fire side". In one of the rallies, Samandari talks about Bahá'u'llá and his time. This fall (precisely October 22, 2017) is the 200th anniversary of Bahá'u'llá's birth As a Bahai, I have been thinking about his life, doctrine, and heritage. I am returning to the fact that I am always two times away from myself. Can you imagine? Can you summarize it? For Baha'i people, that is particularly unbelievable. That our faith in the world (more than 5 million believers in more than 200 countries) is very new. I met someone who met THE GUY.

My mother became the best signatories of this group. She devoted herself to signing with her unique charm and ultimately surpassed my father and sister with skill and knowledge. So far, her enthusiasm is brought to her only. Hippie who missed Woodstock for 10 years, my mother is a perfect free spirit. She moved from one interest to another, she did not learn everything and learn it. Our basement is cross-country skiing and unfinished embroidery cemetery. Her attention has to be awkward before she learns signature details, making her a signature of attractive features, her smile often compliments her mistake.

When I grow up, it is definitely not cool to be a hippie. I do not say my parents are really hippies, but they are definitely influenced by some of their thoughts. In my childhood I lived in a cooperative association. My mother cleanses the house with saints, practices yoga, visits the Reiki therapist and reads Tarot cards (she thinks too much 'negligible energy' can not be tolerated, so she stopped before it stopped ). The last time I met my father, he was wearing a tie dyed Grateful Dead T - shirt. Compared with some of my parents' parents, they joined the ring of drums and planted their weeds. Friends grew up in the Italian Buddhist community and witnessed the exact moment she was crowned with her parents birth vide. Other Californians know children who chose their name like Windsong and Skyraven. I am a friend of people who are retreating in Ayahuasca.