Confused?

Tuesday night, sitting in our birthing class, I took a moment to snap a mental picture.  We're all sitting in a circle, and the instructor is rocking in a weird bamboo chair while wearing a long, flowy skirt and letting her frizzy hair go free.  And we're illustrating a large piece of paper with colors and elements that are supposed to represent what we want to "bring to our birth" while all sprawled out on the floor.
And all I could think was: I love this.
Next thought: Holy cow.  We've totally become closet hippies.


Maybe it's the whole natural birth/midwife thing.
Or the whole thing about eating food with no preservatives and getting excited about juicing things like spinach and kale...
Or heavily considering cloth diapering.  I mean, how cute are these:

However, I still don't love Janice Joplin.  

And I still think free love and perpetually dirty feet and the spiritual side of yoga kind of freak me out.  

And I still have a love affair with J. Crew.

And I would never, ever consider getting a van like this one:

If I seem confused, you may call me balanced, or maybe eclectic... because it sounds much better!