#1090 Hail Hippie Life

It’s the second time in 2 days I’ve entered the Happy Hippie Herb shop off the Main street.

You see, I was actually meant to go there. Not as in task-orientated, though it was that intention that led me there. I mean as in the Universe led me there.

My Hippie Hubbie had gone past the place earlier this week, but the salesperson was across the lane way talking to someone else… so he kept going.

He was in need of some stuff, so yesterday I headed off a couple suburbs down to get it for him. Lo and behold, he didn’t respond to my 15 text messages showing him pictures and asking him what to buy, even though he’d said he’d be able respond for sure… the boss is never around him on Thursdays.

So guess what? The boss was around him this Thursday.

It forced me to go ‘stuff it’ and head on down to the original place, Hippie Herb shop, as I had other things I needed to look at in the area too.

As I entered the shop looking for his stuff, my eyes went past a name of something… something I had been wanting to buy, but not knowing where, such was the rarity of the item.

I stopped in my tracks, scanning frantically for the name I was after. Was it here? Was it here?

It was HERE.

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Yesterday I spent a good 20-30 minutes in that store, talking up a storm with the salesperson who seriously, knows more stuff about me than almost every one I know. We laughed and shared funny details of each other’s lives, and I felt the vibe of this free-spirited, carefree yet also very spiritually educated person rub off on me so much…

That now I want to be a carefree Happy Hippie Herb Person too.

Today as I went in with baby girl to grab some more things, she offered baby girl a fairy stamp.

“Does Mum want one too?” I outstretched my hand with no hesitation. Hell yeah.

“Now you can fly off down the street like fairies together!”

And so we did. 🙂

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