Pagan Godspell

Last night one of my friends paid me an unusual compliment.  She said that I am at my best when I don’t believe I’m making any sense.  An interesting statement.  Perhaps I ought to try less at making sense, then.

And then the more I thought about it, the more I got into the idea.  Making sense is overrated, and of course, completely subjective.  What makes sense to me often makes no sense to others (and sometimes, later, I realize they were right…but nevermind), and vice versa.  There is a place for sense, sure, but too much sense makes for things like Propriety, and that can get right properly boring.  We need more Holy Nonsense – more Fridays of Blithering Joy.  So today, to hell with sense.  Mwahaha!  Today I will dive headfirst into a Polythea/ology of Nonsense.  Nonsense is the wave of the present.  There is a deep mystical truth here, but explaining it would only be Silly.  I’m going to start a new Order (so many Holy Orders, so little time) – the Holy Disorder of Radical Nonsensicals.  Here’s the initiate’s Prayer:

A Nonsense Prayer

Holy Ball of Blue and Green,
Sacred Marble in a game of Stellar Jacks,
ClownWoman, tripping over the backs of Laughing Turtles
and somersaulting over to Dance with Singing Shrews -
Mother Goose and Cousin of a Thousand Tricks!
Here I am!  Standing on my Hands!
Here I am!  Praying in traffic!
Here I am!  Giving away my Dancing!
Here I am!  Touching my nose and my tongue!
I have a handful of confetti and it looks like the Stars.
There is a Mermaid holding hands with a Salamander.
I make offerings of purple shoes and apples.
I plant seeds in between houses in secret.
There is a gateway of roses and I will meet you there.

In Seesaws and Turtledoves Forever and Ever. 
Blessed be as blessed dances.

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Welcome, Sisters and Brothers to the Holy Disorder!  Hand out a free apple and a hug this weekend. 

Nonsensical blessings!