A long time ago Anita and I were standing outside, under an overhang during a thunderstorm and this guy ran up the steps and was like “whooooaaaa duuuddeee its like liquid sunshine” and ran on. We cracked up and decided he for sure had to be on acid. This week has been trippy. No acid, no brilliant lights, trails, or hot pink and neon green swirls, but trippy all the same. My inner hippie that emerges every now and then seems to be pushing forward. The music I’ve been hearing lately is all psychedelic. Hiking made me want to just lay in the grass and think. I’ve been freewriting again. I had a creepy moment of clarity at my desk yesterday. I want to braid my hair and weave feathers throughout. Maybe its spring fever, maybe it’s the itch to be outside and commune with nature, but whatever it is it’s throwing psychedelic 60′s in my face. And that’s cool. I’m devoting this weekend to me, being creative, and mental health. So maybe I’ll throw on a skirt, twist up some braids, and head down to the Hessler Street fair this weekend in Cleveland and get some henna done and buy some incense. I told you the inner hippie wins sometimes.