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July 2009 
Oregon Country Fair and Zoobombing
Posted on Jul 19th, 2008
by 
Angelica
Angelica
These last two weekends have been incredible. Beyond incredible--so beautiful they could make my heart stop with a smile on my face, they could take everything I've ever learned in a classroom and push it out of my head, replacing it with bliss and laughter (idiot savant?).
I went to the OCF last weekend, a place with the sky packed with every star in the sky, strangers who are no longer strangers after 15 seconds because everyone is so friendly, glow sticks, drum circles, firewalkers, painted breasts, and literally EVERYTHING else. The first night I danced in the epicenter of a small drum circle, feeling like it was my world and my heartbeat (caused by all the individual heart/beats of all the drummers), feeling connected, feeling glowing and enmeshed in some kind of fluid fabric of life. The second night I sang to a group of strangers for over an hour on a little stage, mind you it was kind of broken, I would have to fumble for a while thinking of songs, but everyone listened, everyone sang along, it was about entertaining all of us, not showing off (and mind you, I am VERY shy about singing so this was a big deal for me to be able to let go and do this).
Why do I love this place? Because it made me feel free. There were no taboos here, no room for social embarassment--there was only room for mutual respect and smiles.
And what's funny is, the week before I tried to cultivate in my head what my greatest desire was. And I thought awhile and figured out that it was freedom--freedom to not care to the utmost degree what people think (while still being a benevolent force), freedom to take my own path and not care if it is a very unpaved one, freedom to love people and trust people to the highest degree, freedom to scream OUT LOUD. And without realizing it, I've been working on it for years. But these past two weekends it has started to unravel even more, the core--the reaching of my desire.
And zoobombing? Exhilarating. Riding down steep streets in the dark, encompassed by trees and moonlight, topping 30-40 miles per hour, feeling the wind on your face, feeling this incredible mixture of both fear and excitement, the world flying by you, the world flowing through you--AMAZING.
I LOVE LIFE.
I went to the OCF last weekend, a place with the sky packed with every star in the sky, strangers who are no longer strangers after 15 seconds because everyone is so friendly, glow sticks, drum circles, firewalkers, painted breasts, and literally EVERYTHING else. The first night I danced in the epicenter of a small drum circle, feeling like it was my world and my heartbeat (caused by all the individual heart/beats of all the drummers), feeling connected, feeling glowing and enmeshed in some kind of fluid fabric of life. The second night I sang to a group of strangers for over an hour on a little stage, mind you it was kind of broken, I would have to fumble for a while thinking of songs, but everyone listened, everyone sang along, it was about entertaining all of us, not showing off (and mind you, I am VERY shy about singing so this was a big deal for me to be able to let go and do this).
Why do I love this place? Because it made me feel free. There were no taboos here, no room for social embarassment--there was only room for mutual respect and smiles.
And what's funny is, the week before I tried to cultivate in my head what my greatest desire was. And I thought awhile and figured out that it was freedom--freedom to not care to the utmost degree what people think (while still being a benevolent force), freedom to take my own path and not care if it is a very unpaved one, freedom to love people and trust people to the highest degree, freedom to scream OUT LOUD. And without realizing it, I've been working on it for years. But these past two weekends it has started to unravel even more, the core--the reaching of my desire.
And zoobombing? Exhilarating. Riding down steep streets in the dark, encompassed by trees and moonlight, topping 30-40 miles per hour, feeling the wind on your face, feeling this incredible mixture of both fear and excitement, the world flying by you, the world flowing through you--AMAZING.
I LOVE LIFE.
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