The Upcoming Consecrated Free-for-all

It's Spring! Re-awakening. Renewal. Rebirth. So let's re-think a few things.

 

Let's throw out the stick-in-the-muds, those in sober black. Let's throw out the preachers whose somber words evoke eternal punishment, who create fear of the wrath of God. Let's throw out those black and gloomy thou-shalt-nots. Throw them out, I say, and let the fun begin.

 

Start with color. There's nothing forbidding about color. Sun-color. Sky-color. The red of the autumn maples. The parti-colored greens of mixed forest and dappled meadow. The light of the silvery moon.

 

Let 'er rip, is what I'm trying to say. In the service of Spirit, in the glory of the Lord, let it all explode in a dance of joy. Make this day—this moment—a time of prayerful joy. Or is it joyful prayer? Well, aren't they really the same thing, prayer and joy? Open it up. Enter into it. A free-for-all. A donnybrook of color running riot through the town.

 

Every soul is dressed in its brightest garments. Every soul colorfully displays its ties to Spirit, wearing horizontal stripes, diagonal stripes, hearts and stars, squiggles, flowers and leaves, and plaids of all stripes. Colorful design is one way we connect to the divine. Design. Divine. See how they rhyme? They obviously belong together. We want swirls and straights and spirals and circles, squares and cubes and diamonds, crystalline growths, and lines that mimic broken grass-stems. We want to dance together until the whirling colors become the blinding light of the eternal.

 

Let 'er rip! I said. Let the games begin. Dance till you drop. Make music with your feet, your hands, your throat. Make music of swish and jump, stretch and bend, yodel and howl.

 

What's to lose, after all? Why would we NOT celebrate in a free-for-all? Is it undignified? Dignity has brought us nowhere but here. It's definitely time to let go of "dignified." Bring on the glory of movement and color. Bring on the clanging of cymbals, the timbrel and dancing, trumpets, clarion calls, shrill two-fingered whistles, hoots and ululations and screeches of joy.

 

Let 'er rip, I say.

 

 

Copyright 2012 Ann Tudor

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