Drunken Meditation

I grew up in a very religious home. My parents went to great lengths to make faith fun. I know that sounds weird, but it's an important point. I was not beat over the head with the 10 Commandments. I was encouraged to learn them in a fun environment with lots of friends and then we all got to go to Kennywood after celebrating the Sacrament of Confirmation. Because of this, I truly enjoy meditation or praying (pretty much the same thing to me).

My parents also did a decent job of teaching me how to drink responsibly. I was offered beer or wine for dinner at home. I watched my parents drink occasionally with their friends. Alcohol was like chocolate - fun and good but if you consume too much, you aren't going to feel well the next day.

Put these two things together and this is what you get... Sometimes when I get drunk, I pray. It may be in the bathroom of a pub or it may be in my backyard. My MO is to thank my creator for making me and giving me all the important people in my life. I also thank him/her for the ability to run and support myself.

At the JAM this year, it happened Friday evening at the concert behind one of the tents. Stumbling back from the port-o-jons, I was struck by the beauty of the stars and the overwhelming feeling of happiness. I plopped down in the grass, crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I was close to Nirvana before I sobered up and walked back to my posse (who didn't even know I was gone).


P.S. Why were my lips so puffy????