On This Food Poisoned Tuesday

Hard to believe that just 8 hours ago I was keeled over in pain cursing the germ Gods for whatever virus was causing my tummy troubles.  While I’m grazing over the the thought that I will most likely regret this bag of cheddar popcorn at some point in the next few hours, I still can’t help but feel the remaining afterglow from my wonderful weekend.

What?  Did you think this blog was going to be about the egg that wronged me?  No such luck.  I’m using this space to describe the random awesomeness that was my weekend and to lure you into reading a poem.

Saturday night was a night full of novelty and experiences that were instantly etched in my brain as “memories to hold on to”.  Hula hooping on a rooftop and discovering hidden piano rooms in an old hotel in the middle of the night.  Watching hippies play in the downtown streets of a major city.  It was like seeing wildlife on the highway with all of the cars peacefully passing by around them.

Anyway, anytime that strangers can come together in love and create an awesome night of memories accompanied by the warm feeling of partying for a good cause * insert “Save Camp Zoe” here* http://www.campzoe.com ; it’s a good night.

This is already pretty long but the whole point of this was to share my afterglow from that night and this poem that flowed out of me after my last Hippiefest at Zoe before it was raided.

                                                                                            Love, This unsteady, ever-ready, Massive force to reckon with, Knee knocker, shell shocker, Faith stealer, wound healer                                                  Weightless, faceless, Whisper                                                                                    That hits you like a ton of bricks,                                                 Mind bending, smile creating,                                                    Unseen, disrespected, misunderstood                                       Creator of all things good.                                                 This love in you,                                            This love in me,                                                                Is greater than anything                                                      That a man could make                                                        With only his hands,                                                                   The unfortunate truth                                                               Is that most cannot see, cannot feel                                               The strength of love                                                                   As it connects us all, Infinitely.                                                                  Love,                                                                                        This glorious, extraordinary                                                         Center from which bliss is spawned,                                             Is all I need                                                                     To keep alive in me,                                                                   This hope for a better world.

Peace, Love, and Light folks…hope you enjoyed this hippie inspired blog post. ^_^

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About adrianacj

I am a Massage Therapist/Hippie/Writer, trying my hand at a real blog for the first time. I hope you enjoy my ponderings and other blog entries ^_^
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3 Responses to On This Food Poisoned Tuesday

  1. sarajschmidt says:

    That sucks about WP messing with your poem format, but I love the story about hula hooping on the roof! What a gorgeous moment.

    • adrianacj says:

      Oh..it was such an awesome night..so many random things that you wouldn’t even think of happening ^_^…I sense a likeness of that night being inserted into a story at some point.

  2. sarajschmidt says:

    Hey, you haven’t posted in a while, chica! Hope you’re still writing. 🙂

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