Pagan Godspell

On dubious, fairly meaningless and problematic holidays like this one, I have only two choices.  Ignore it completely (a perfectly noble course of action), or bust through the pall of despair, find a way to be totally silly, get my groove on, and work it into the theme of the blog and try to make it sizzle like a tamale pancake.  (flips coin…) 

Welcome to Good News Communique Love Potion #9: Crazy Hot Ass Cowboy Boots and Feral Sexy Edition!  Everything to know about Love can be learned by listening to the Land.  And everything there is to know about hot romance pouring down from the blazing sun like delicious liquid fire and warm maple syrup can be learned from Pablo Neruda:

Love Sonnet XXVII 

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You’ve vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

-from Cien Sonetos de Amor

Yowza.  That’s the kind of stuff that makes you fan your face with both hands and start thinkin’ of having a margarita in the middle of the day, or eloping with yourself, or dancing outside until the snow starts to melt around ya.

More to think about while shaking that tailfeather:

1.  Despite vicious rumors to the contrary, Pan the Randy Goat God is very, very not dead.  And, He wants you to put down the candy-hearts that taste like chalk, back away (quickly) from the stuffed animals holding satiny hearts, and have a lusty Lupercalia instead (though maybe without the animal sacrifices).

2.  As you may have guessed (you smart bunch, you), I *heart* Rob Brezsny, who gave me (and all Sagittarians) this little fiery nugget of dancing in my inbox today: You want hot gold secrets to ripen in your dark candy soul? Then here’s what you do: Study the ocean’s memory for its teachings about moon victories. Extract a fresh green why from the book of storms you dreamed about. When the flowers’ clouds soar over your shadow, and when night’s funny sky has turned into warm moist roars, you’ll know exactly how to look through the sun to the other side of your best fear. (The preceding horoscope may sound crazily lyrical, even poetically feral, but it’s a perfect embodiment of the attitude you should cultivate in order to have a successful week.)  That’s not bad advice for anybody, in my opinion.  Be poetically feral!  Rowr!

And 3.  The Indian Long-eared Hedgehog, who has an elaborate mating ritual that involves the male dancing around the female for several days.  Think on that bit of laugh-out-loud awesome wow.  And then, get dancing.

Happy Festival of Something Better Than Bad Candy!