First I thought, I hope they are justly proud of me for getting up a Saturday post. And then I thought, well, I’m jesting again. Jesting, in my writing, my email, my words, is getting free play these days as if there’s no other way to deal with the oddness of this time.
The Fool is an ancient and much-loved image: in the Tarot, he’s walking off a cliff, whistling, with only a small pack slung over his shoulder. In the Native American lore, he’s the trickster Coyote. And in the kings’ courts, the jester, while in long-ago England, he was called the Lord of Misrule. All of them traveled light. And all of them had a sense of humor.
There’s something to be learned from these ancient symbols about lightheartedness and the ability to laugh at troubles. My mother used to joke, “It beats the alternative.”
This is not to say there haven’t been egregious and truly terrible things happening. There have. But not to me. And likely, not to most of us. Yet, it’s easy to see the time as terrible, hope that the New Year is better, pray that sanity will return to the world. As if the world were ever sane. What if we brought that hope to today?
The reminder of the Fool’s journey is to trust. Trust we will have what we need when the time comes; trust we are held in love; trust that we can be at peace if we choose peace. Even in the midst of sturm and drang (and I’m making that up, not knowing if that’s the right spelling), mostly, we’re okay.
Holy One, we pray for a journey of trust. Help us step lightly in the world. Help us keep a heart filled with joy, filled with peace. Help us offer that lighthearted joy to one another and bring peace to the world, one person at a time. Beginning with us.