Hippy vagabond
Bio
My life is full of roadblocks and experiences. I healed through writing and love doing it. I worked as a freelancer for a few years and still like having a few projects. Artist at heart and healthy lifestyle is what defines us.
Stories (12/0)
Is having some mom time selfish?
We’ve heard it all, and we’ve probably mentioned all of them. The year comes to an end, and we think about everything we didn’t get to do or achieve. Then, we promise ourselves that this year will be different. I worked for years in fitness centers and every new year, people get back to the same resolutions over and over. I will lose that 30lbs that I didn’t lose for the past 3 years, I will quit smoking for the 10th time, I will spend more time outside, I will eat more healthy, I will go to bed earlier, I will finish the project I started, I will get a new job or quit the one that is making me miserable, and you probably heard even more.
By Hippy vagabond4 months ago in Families
Blogging and the effect on pain
When we are going through something difficult in life, we always try everything possible to make it better. This is especially true when we are dealing with pain. At one point, we are ready to visit a guru that our friend heard, from their friend's friend, who is supposedly the best at taking the pain away. Anything we can to make it through.
By Hippy vagabond4 months ago in Longevity
Be creative, be free
Have you ever heard some people ask you if you are an artist? Or you feel like you are one, but then an acquaintance tells you that this form of art is a craft and you do not belong in the artist’s category? Are you sometimes afraid to let your creativity completely free? Do you hold it back because people around you love judging what you do and how you do it? We are here to tell you to let it go free, be the artist you want to be and use the tags and the headlines you want. Art is for everyone, and taste is a very private thing. You can share it, but you should never impose it! We decided to let ours free and forget about people’s negativity.
By Hippy vagabond6 months ago in Motivation
The midwife advocate
I worked in the healthcare field and because of this I studied and learned a lot about the origin of today’s medicine. Not too long ago, during one of our trips, I got to help a midwife doctor and the experience was amazing. I realized that, although I know a lot about medicine I did not know anything about midwifery. In my head, I thought that maybe it was the way Indians did it and we copied. I had a midwife for one of my birth and the questions pondered even more one me. I wondered when midwifery came to light and then wondered who brought it back to our culture today. That is when I found out about Louise Bourgeois Boursier. She is one of the first midwives recognized in history. She was born in 1563 outside of Paris and not much is known about her childhood life aside from the fact that she knew how to write and read. This is the story of how she became “The” midwife.
By Hippy vagabond6 months ago in FYI
We are the change
What makes my family different got us published in our local newspaper. When your family picture gets featured in the newspaper, it can be a moment of pure pride. You suddenly hit five minutes of fame which can get overwhelming. We had more than five minutes, and it brought many questions from the readers. We are a family that is out of the norm that is usually socially set.
By Hippy vagabond6 months ago in Earth
Year 2530
They call me Echo and I managed to survive. With the melting of the ice, the sun getting closer, epidemics, wars, people were dying at a fast rate and so did everything else. They say I was one of the lucky ones. The project down in Marianna trench worked. All those years of curiosity about what was hidden in this deep trench, wanting to go down to explore, now we just want to go back up. The military managed to build a type of high-class submarine. You needed the golden ticket to be able to come here but by the time they were finished and ready, most of the population had already passed. I don’t really know why they picked me, but I got a golden ticket and it almost killed me.
By Hippy vagabond6 months ago in Fiction
Contentment and health
“It is health that is real wealth, not pieces of gold and silver.” ~ Gandhi Usually, we associate health with viruses, bacteria or diseases. Being healthy means so much more and goes beyond our bodies. Our brain is a powerful tool and, when wired negatively, can cause diseases. Think about it, depression can produce severe body pains and, headaches can originate from stress. These are only two examples that you might have heard of before. What about contentment? How could this be associated with health?
By Hippy vagabond6 months ago in Motivation
The big hike (part 2)
This story was written by a 12-year-old boy, under the pseudonym Zeek. A strong wind blows my popup tent, which wakes me up. It is 7:30 am, and the sun just started to rise. Last night was breathtaking because the Northern Lights decided to show up. Because of that, I did not sleep much, but it was worth it. After looking at his Satellite GPS, Jay says to me;
By Hippy vagabond9 months ago in Fiction
My adult secret
This year, my life radically changed. I was never the one to believe in fairies or monsters. Neither did I believe in sea monsters or lake Creatures. That obliviously changed, and trying to prove they exist is impossible. Only the chosen ones get to see them. You probably heard of Loch Ness monster, or maybe the Memphre in Sherbrook, the Ogopogo in the Okanagan’s, and so on. I can tell you I have my own monster living in the lake of our cottage. That is my story.
By Hippy vagabond9 months ago in Fiction
The big hike (part one)
I wake up by the sound of my alarm, ready for a big day. Today I am leaving home to hike the highest mountain in North America, Mt. Denali, in Alaska. It’s 6 am, and I already finished packing my backpack with all my essential items. I left my house in Fort Nelson, BC, at 6:40 am to reach the airport in time. Even though we’re early August, the air is cool and windy. When I get on the plane, it’s not the plane I expected. The plane I got is a small Beechcraft G36 Bonanza. There is barely enough space for my legs, nor for the four persons beside me to sit. When the engine starts, the plane begins to vibrate and green lights come on in the cockpit, including the seatbelt one. When we take off it’s 8:30 am. After a few minutes, a muffled voice echoes through the speakers announcing;
By Hippy vagabond9 months ago in Fiction
Growing up the odd one in the room
We have all been there at one point in our lives. The black sheep in the crowd. It never really feels good to be tagged so differently by our peers. I should know as all my life I have been unconventional and felt like I did not belong. So many eyes were staring at my every move, and still today, some people are dazzled at my life choices while others are waiting to see a flaw they can snatch and use against me. I grew up and became stronger. I understood that it was not such a bad thing to be distinctive, to have my own voice, morals and standards. Everyone is allowed to live their lives as they please and have their personal goals. I choose to live a simple and fulfilling one. I was comfortable with the fact that I was unique and learned to rub off what people said about me. That all change when they involved my kids.
By Hippy vagabond11 months ago in Motivation
