Freakin' Out

Searching to discover “my purpose,” on a quixotic quest for understanding, unable to recognize the Holy Grail of creativity, I stopped to rest in front of a directional signpost on the book of faces, the wildly popular, often obnoxious, website where I wander. WTF?

A quote posted by a group reminiscing about the hippies’ peace and freak philosophy of the 1960s and ‘70s jumped off the computer screen. Brilliant tie-dye red, blue, yellow, green and purple swirling lights exploded and scorched my eyelashes. I caught my breath and exhaled. Freedom! A freedom path.

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”-Alan Watts

I wasn’t a hippie or a peace freak back in the day. I was a sequestered young mom living a traditional life more suited to the previous generation. Now? Not a hippie, but much less traditional. Definitely, a peace advocate.

A freak? Oh, yeah! I confess. I am a freak, a creativity freak, finally willing to pursue the crazy ideas that appear like comic book dialog in my brain. First project? A flag. Freak flag. Tie dye fabric. Patchwork quilt roots, but funky, with some appliqued and sequined red shoes. Not traditional. Far out, with words. My words. Fearless words for all the world to see.

July 21, 2013