No Lack of Jesters

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“Lancelot smiled bitterly. ‘Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work though lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation is too much for mankind. They want not to wait for God’s justice but to see it now. And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them.’ ”  ~  Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

Peaceful morning. Coffee good. Cat sound asleep. No wind, no wildlife sounds. Yeh, peaceful. It is Monday morning, and I eventually have to go into Taos for my work shift. Right now, at 5 AM, it doesn’t seem like such a good idea. But that’s just attitude doing what attitude does: judge before the facts, perhaps even tainting the things to come with this prejudice. I could go on about this, even skirting Buddhist and Taoist stuff as I go. An attitude is pretty much a spell we cast upon ourselves, then expecting the world to conform to the enchantment. Doesn’t really work. Not usually. And what if you prioritize attitude as being more important than facts? Ummmm, without facts you cannot prove a blessed thing? I guess if that is your goal you should . . . .  Anyway, moving forward, I actually don’t mind going to work today. I’m pretty open-minded about it, and I know it will be a fun day. And the crowd of people I will be dealing with today will seem infinitesimal compare to what I dealt with on Saturday. That’s why I mentioned the perspective thing in yesterday’s post, and the post was brief only because I was still recovering after a long day before, during which my friend and I spent nine hours driving to allow for a few hours of wonder, entailing a bit o’ time travel along the way. The destination was the Colorado Renaissance Festival, which happens weekends throughout the Summer season. There were 14,000 people there, and it showed. For a moderate agoraphobic, as I am, it was an interesting phenomenon; in a chaotic flow of people there came a comfort, unexpected and beyond, that I can’t put into words at this time. The underlying currents that flowed through the crowd were wonder and joy. Boy howdy that’s yer comfort right there! Nuff said.

The opening photo is of a living Goddess statue at the fair. The actress gave a splendid ongoing performance. My friend and I were nudging through the crowd, talking about all the amazing roles and costumes in attendance, when I mentioned that I had yet to see a Goddess costume. Within one minute we came upon the statue with children at the feet of the Goddess, statue, actress, whatever. Did I manifest this? No, silly, I did not. It wasn’t about me, right? What I manifested was the effects of wonder and true joy in discovering that amazing things are always nearby. And if you have to enter a milling crowd of 14,000 people to get there, to see this fact, then I sayeth to you huzzah!! The magic, for me, was generated from the fact that agoraphobia was rendered a mere curiosity within a crowd of 14,000 people who were there just to have fun. Let me tell you, it makes a difference. The perspective thing. And on that note I think I will take an extended preparation for work today. The shower a little longer, that sort of stuff. The deep themes of my quest for a new life at 62 remain in flow, but the events of a lovely weekend have more than tweaked how I see the world, they have . . . . well, perhaps a hand-blown glass orb? A new freshly-forged sword for m’lord? And for m’lady? I was speaking about m’lord, k? So don’t even try it. And there were thousands of beautiful women, countless children. Hmmmm, there did seem to be a shortage of Jesters there, which leads me to conclude that in such a crowd you have to be your own Jester. Ditto on the wizards. The magic was in the crowd. That’s what I am all about today. Make it so, make it good, make it right. One image shall linger for quite some time. The blond-haired blue-eyed serving maiden who fetched a pint of Sam Adams Creamy Stout for me. Pints for $5 each! But it was the smiling eye contact, lingering, comfortable, no unspoken challenges. “Thank you, m’lady. Here’s a bit for yourself”. I handed the lass a dollar, then doing my best to break the sparkling gaze. “Huzzah for the gentleman! Huzzah for the tipper!”. There’s yer magic right there. Just sayin.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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