Are you looking for that unshaven, naked, long haired deadhead girl you saw dancing wildly in the drum circle? The smell of sage, sweat and Patchouli, incense and pot all mixing with the rhythm and the dancing? Her hair flying around her face, her hips moving and shaking, that raw prime sexual energy that she taps right from her core, that fire element? Yes?!! Come on in, you’re home!
This site is dedicated to the beautiful ladies of the world who spurn the ravings of the cosmetics industry, the style magazines, and all of the latest fads and trends, preferring instead to do their own thing in an alternate laid back world, where its not a crime to go about naked unashamed of their bodies blemishes, or to express oneself openly. This is the world of the Hippie Goddess.
To call her anything but the goddess of beauty would be a lie. Gaze upon her form and think that you have discovered her beauty and again it would be a lie. Gaze upon her spirit and you will have come closer. Look upon her kindness and her love and you will find beauty closer still. She is the poetry of life put into form and form itself that creates poetry.
Red flaming hair and a warrior goddess spirit. Ida fits all of the requirements of a Hippie Goddess;hippie by nature, attitude and appearance,and perfectly at one with her surroundings.
And just as a bonus another case of matching collar and cuffs...
The amazing blue haired goddess. Chased by Apollo. She is the object of desire. Desire so strong that it moves the Gods. Daughter of the God of Rivers, and Lady of the Laurel. Her roots mingle with those of the World tree. Pierced by a lead tipped arrow, she eternally flees from the hungry Gods.
Beguiling smile and impish charm. Sexy Eris.Lady of the great wheel. Of the turnings and changing. The rise of the tides and the dawning of seasons. She is the lady of time, ever changing, and yet constant as the sunrise. She is the heavens turning slowly in its cosmic dance
Dreadlocks and beauty with shy ,sexy charm.From across the crystal water, a ray of light pierces through the trees to light the way. She is seldom glimpsed except from the corner of your eye, for the fleeting tendrils of a dream. She is what we see in those we admire and those we love. She is the perfect reflection of the tree filled sky and the still water.
Blue swirling oceans of cream and sky. She calls upon love and completes the triad which binds us to the heavens. She is a lady of oceans and sky. Where the two meet on distant horizons to fulfill fantasies too deep for mortal grasp. She is the playful wave and the crashing tsunami.
Long Dreads and an amazing look. She moves us to song, both verse and tune. She is the magick inside the stone, waiting for the sculpture to set it free. She is the artists muse, and the music's note. Bawdy maiden of wine soaked ballads sung in drunken taverns and gentle nobility painted in finest oils.
