To me the "Hippy Spirit" is the recognition of talent of my fellow travelers through this particular time. Yes, I do recognize the harsh realities, but then there are those times that I take a deep breath and wander to the outside world and I breathe in the richness of all that is beauty and all the gifts that God has presented us with, that we so often forget to appreciate.
This past weekend I have been blessed with richness that has awakened all my senses. (We, is my sister and I) Frist we went to the local civic theater on Friday night March 14th, to see one director's version of "Jesus Christ Super Star". My senses were awakened by the richness of the differences, in the people I saw gather in the small space of real estate, called a theater, and a small one at that. There were young and old and every age inbetween. There were those dressed to do a long afternoon of gardening and those dressed to attend a Sate Dinner. The musicians were wonderful, with their sounds, though somewhat restrained, there were the other performers, whose accomplishments ranged from musicians, dancers, vocalists and true actors. I so completely enjoyed the performance, even if I did not agree with the director's interpretation of that particular production.
At intermission we mingled in a crowd mostly wandering around streatching their limbs and smiling and interacting with fellow neighbors, in a very calm and accepting atmosphere. Truth is I mostly stood in line for the bathroom. Even there the conversation was open and free as if we had no cares in the world. That is the true Hippy Spirit, to me.
After the play we notice a quaint little Bistro next to the old theater. We walked into red walls and wonderful original art on the walls. A place that intices all the senses and makes you feel in the comfort of the womb. I ordered a Godiva Chocolate Martina, just because it sounded good. The drink was made to perfection, futher awakening all the senses. We were told that we could order food for the next 10 minutes. So, we checked out the menu and notice a delightful appetizer of three suculant sea sccalops, wraped in bacon with an unusual chipoltle sauce and a corn salsa to titalate even the most discerning palate. Naturally we had to order two. As we waited we notice a crowd of young people pour in, all dressed up from some affair at the local college. Beautiful young people, in all their innocent glory, struting like young beautiful birds.
We decided to move to a booth, allowing the young birds room to spread their wings. We sat in our little cacoon of warm colors and wonderful scents and tastes that excited our mouths and freed our minds of clutter. Then we hear the background music and it was all "our" music from the 60's. My sister and I are sitting there grovin to the beats. The young birds made no notice of what they were listening to. The scallops finally arrived and it was like some sweet passion fruit had filled our mouths and and our senses with satisfaction. We left feeling saited and happy with a true sense of wellness.
Then today, we woke up late and drank our coffee and slowly worked ourselves into the day. One of my happiest times are the wrong turns we take on our journey to a particlur distination. We were trying to find the local dog park. That's one of those things we "Hippy Types" care deeply about and that is our pets. So we didn't find the dog park, but instead we found people, ambling about without hurry or concern, drifing from one small enterprise to another, otherwise know as the town square. We talked to local artist and viewed there work further awakening my dark so guarded soul. I felt as if I were a bird let out of a cage, free to allow the wind to lift me to higher grounds so far above my ordinary self. Wow, I think and we aren't even stoned. We drift into a local and I might add, the only book store in town. I bought the book I had been looking for and naturally there are a few things that catch your eye like the light hitting the stillness of a clear lake. Then we wander even deeper into the world of the artistic soul and visualize the amazing expressions of those few gifted people that are able to capture the pure essense of the very fiber of raw life. We have made our selections.
We wander into yet another epicurian delight of a resturant, for just a drink and a place to rest a while. To our delight, they care not that we are not ordering a complete meal and treat us as if they were so happy just to be of service. Then we hear the music. A piano, a grand piano at that and a delightful pianist that has caught us unaware and proceeds to play to us, as if we were the only ones there. Amazing his repretoire, from the Beetles to The Sound of music. We finished our short stay and slowly walked back to the car, as if we wanted the day to go on forever.
At home, I have put something in the crock pot to cook for dinner. It was ready and waiting for us and I added some wonderful spring vegetables and threw some ingrediants together to pour and toss on the veggies. We poured our wine and ate like queens. The end to a beautful day, where we saw all the "Hippy Types", with their love of life and art and just plain love.
Peace Out my friends, Peace out
