Pagan Godspell

I do not get to see the Sea as much as I like.  In fact, I was in my early twenties before I saw the ocean in person.  I’ll never forget the gushing words of sheer poetry that came unbidden to my lips the first time I was in the presence of the overwhelming majesty of the Sea.  I took a sharp, deep briny breath and blurted: “It’s big!”  Yes, count on me to summon something truly evocative in that precious moment. 

Therefore, in the spirit of dorkiness in the face of majesty, I deliver unto you the fifth Good News Communique, the Lazy Dancing Llama edition.

 1.  Gypsie Nation.  Dance rituals.  Two words that were born to be together.  In my secret lab below the cornfields, where I think up all my eeevil Pagan evangelical plans for world domination (mostly I just do a lot of cackling and hand-rubbing), I plan for the day when there will be dance rituals here in my part of the world – wonderful drumming frenzies and folks dancing out their most heated prayers onto the good Earth (sweatin’ to the Old Ones….har), someone chanting poetry or sermonizin’, preachin’ the Good News.  A Pagan Tent Revival.  Oh yes.  *cackle*  Someday my friends…someday.

2.  Llamas.  Once upon a time, my intrepid partner and I were part of a raw milk share in Colorado (this was, of course, B.V. – Before Vegan), and on the lovely farm where we would go to pick up our grass-fed, happy cow milk, there were also innumerable chickens, a snorting contingent of pigs, and one extremely snooty-looking llama.  It is almost impossible to look more egregiously disgusted with human beings than llamas do.  My intrepid partner and I believe that below the Andes, in a top-secret military installation, llamas plot to overthrow all the silly unrefined humans and institute a new Llama dawn. 

3.  Laziness is a virtue.  I’m lazy – I like to lay in the grass and do nothing for hours.  I like to sit on the couch and listen to rain.  I like to ramble through the woods.  I would often rather do these things than work.  I am not alone, and I believe it is time for us lazy people to rise up….well, okay, maybe that won’t work.  It’s important to recognize the importance of doing nothing – of imagining, daydreaming, slacking off, gathering wool, falling on our faces on somebody’s new-mowed lawn.  It’s a spiritual discipline.  I’d like to write a lot more on the subject, but it’s kinda pretty outside….

And finally, I shower all Good News and shiny things on the fabulous Dianne Sylvan, who posted a lovely review of Pagan Godspell in her blog Dancing Down the Moon this morning!  I am all a-dither, and quite honored.

I wish you all the knock-down root-rhythm tumbling of the Sea’s relentless funktastic boot-scoot beat, and the dubious gift of a gilded tongue only when nobody is there to notice.  Prescriptions for being a humble bug in the wide world.