What does the word ‘hippy’ mean to you? Dreadlocks? A penchant for tie dye? Free love?? The English Oxford Dictionary describes a hippy as ‘typically having long hair, wearing beads, one associated with a subcultural rejection of conventional values and the taking of hallucinatory drugs.’ But I say look beneath the surface you will find that what makes someone a hippy is so much more than that.
Indeed, the original hippy movement was born in North America and Western Europe as a counter existence to the more conventional and accepted modes of living which placed money and personal power at its core. Hair was worn long and loose and clothes became colourful and flowing in defiant juxtaposition to the clipped and uniform post war haircuts and solemn and formulaic garb of corporate and conventional living in the late 50s/early 60s. And obviously there were the drugs. New age mavericks such as Timothy Leary and Aldous Huxley were experimenting and challenging conventional modes of thinking and being through the use of drugs such as LSD – finding ways of opening the mind and heart beyond the normal ways of thinking and being. Much of this came as a backlash to the two European world wars in the first half of the century and also the American war in Vietnam. It encouraged qualities such as peace, love and acceptance to flourish following a climate of violence, oppression and atrocity.
Which takes me to now. 2016. A time where one of the most powerful and supposedly developed countries has an staunchly right wing and scarily applauded presidential candidate, where in the UK (another leading global player and supposed role model) the present government is making continual cuts to welfare further marginalising those on the poverty line whilst simultaneously lining the pockets of the already super rich. Where lost souls are finding a warped sense of meaning in the form of group based terrorism inflicting their angry and misguided messages on innocent bystanders. I wonder what those brave, pioneering hippies of the 60s and 70s would have thought if they could have glimpsed sixty odd years into the future….
I often find myself being described as ‘a bit of a hippy’ and will happily refer to myself as one from time to time. My hair isn’t that long, I loathe tie dye and other than smoking a few joints in my formative years, have never taken a hallucinatory drug. And yet, I feel akin to those free loving spirits of several decades ago. For at it core, being a hippy means following your own heart and path. Digging deeper than merely what it expected of you from both society and your peers and finding a way to a life that truly makes your heart and soul sing. More than that, it means giving a monkeys beyond your own wants and desires. Caring about those around you and the world at large. When researching this article, I stumbled across this insightful quote summing up the frequent backlash so often felt towards hippies that made me feel proud (and rather relieved) to be a hippy – someone that hasn’t buried their dreams for the sake of fitting in, to follow the crowd.
“We hated them, for their flowers, for their love, for their unmistakable rejection of every hideous mistaken compromise that we had made throughout our hollow, money bitten, frightened adult lives.” June Jordan.
I found another description of the word hippy at the online Urban Dictionary which described one as ‘having a bright take on life and who cares about the world instead of ruining it.’ This resonated deeply with me as I and my fellow modern hippies strive to cultivate positive attitudes and actions at a time when the energy of fear holds so many in its smothering palm and the planet threatens to implode on itself after years of abuse. As I write this, news of yet another devastating earthquake comes through on the news. Might this be the earths way of saying she’s had enough?? More than ever, the world needs hippies. It’s not about how you look or what drugs you take – it’s about how much you love. Yourself. Enough to honour your dreams and your passions and to open up your mind and heart to new possibilities and in turn inspire those around you to do the same. How much you love your fellow human beings, to make a positive difference to the folk around you especially the ones in pain, frightened by the events in the media and the words and images in their minds. And finally the planet – this beautiful, perfectly designed and delicate orb which we inhabit, the land and the surrounding oceans which continually gives to us and which we rape and pillage in return.
The world really needs hippies. A.k.a people who give a shit. And it doesn’t take much. Just choosing to rise above the judgement, the fear and the smallness and to step into more meaningful lives beyond the ‘perfect’ pictures we paint on Facebook and that next best iPhone when your previous one was absolutely fine. Choosing to buy environmentally friendly products over chemically based ones which will most probably pollute the waters and potentially cause you great harm (see my last post!) even if they cost a few pennies more. By being vulnerable and acknowledging and allowing others theirs too. By knowing and standing by your truth even if it means sticking your neck out a little and being seen. You are worth it, my loves and future generations and the state of this planet literally depends on it.







