Nonsense as Salvation
I woke up feeling distinctly out of sorts today. There were many pressing matters on my mind; things that had to be done, lists that had to be made, errands to be run, problems to be solved, and so on and so on, ad infinitum. All of it seemed quite serious and almost oppressive to me. There was no doubt in my mind that the world (my version of it, anyway) would cease to function properly if I didn't get all of this done immediately.
Naturally, I decided to stall as long as possible, and in my wanderings across the internet I came across several things that made me laugh out loud. Instantly, the sense of oppression was lifted. The many pressing matters on my mind became less of a burden, and in fact, it was clear that my priorities were a bit out of whack. At least half of the things on my list could easily wait a day or two, maybe even a week. Or a month. And some really didn't have to be done at all. Ever.
Once again, I was taking myself and the mundane routines of my life much too seriously. I was out of balance again - all work and no play. Too much serious and no silly. I had forgotten to cut myself a big slice of SLACK. This is a common problem for me, and when it happens, it takes something like a dress made of sock monkeys,
or a grouping of shovels cut into lattice work by a man named Cal Lane,
or a giant, wind-walking skeleton beast made of plastic pipes by Theo Jansen
to bring me back to my sense(s) - sense of nonsense, that is.
I'm always grateful for those special people who bring this kind of magic into my world, and I'm reminded of the words of Mal-2, also known as Malcalypse the Younger who wrote:
"The human race will begin solving it's problems on the day that it ceases taking itself so seriously."
and also:
"If you can master nonsense as well as you have already learned to master sense, then each will expose the other for what it is: absurdity. From that moment of illumination, a man begins to be free regardless of his surroundings. He becomes free to play order games and change them at will. He becomes free to play disorder games just for the hell of it. He becomes free to play neither or both. And as the master of his own games, he plays without fear, and therefore without frustration, and therefore with good will in his soul and love in his being."
May the Goddess put twinkles in your eyes.
May you have the knowledge of a sage,
and the wisdom of a child.
Blessings,
Robyn