Passing time in Southern Oregon at a hot springs yoga retreat. Hippies all around. Bumper stickers read: There's No Place Like Om, Arms are for Hugging, and Support Your Local Midwife, Make Love. Bathing together in the hot springs, the hippies don't know what to make of me. Am I one of them? No one speaks. An older woman with dreads and tattoos on her face begins to hum. The hum continues for five...eight...ten minutes without a break in tone. It's amazing. Impossible even. The other snow monkeys don't seem impressed. A mosquito buzzes around my face like it's a Coast Guard helicopter, searching for a dry place to land - I snatch it from mid-air like a Tibetan Monk.
my kinda place...ommmmmmmmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteThe Hippie Who Didn't Know He Was One....
ReplyDeleteOr should I say, He was Ommmm?
Go easy on the mosquitos, remember you Buddhist mantra, Do No Harm
Call me a Fool, but I love the bumpersnicker culture.... I saw one the other day that said BiPartisansShip: "I'll hug your elephant if you'll kiss my ass..."
ReplyDeleteBut I think my favorite is Bad Cop/No Donut! try that one on for size, but don't roll through any Stop Signs
a few days ago I followed a white Ford Bronco along HWY 199 with a licence plate that read "NOT OJ."
ReplyDeleteor this one I saw crossing L.A.-
ReplyDelete"The Lab Called/ Your brain Is Ready"