Yes, "action that's fun" is not only more than one word (joining a few on my list), but it also seems to be a strange one to focus on at this time. I mean, I agree. Fun. Yikes. What has been "fun" about 2025?
And why did I add it to my list in the first place? In a Goddess context, what is "fun"? I can't quite go back and remember my c. 2005 thoughts, but I suspect that I was trying to validate the kinds of things a mystic such as myself considers "fun" -- not attending night clubs, or heavy spending, or drinking, or competitive sports, or sunning on a Caribbean beach, or driving fast cars or boats. Even placing aside my singular idea of "fun" (attending or singing a choral evensong service), other "fun" things in my book are also more introverted -- reading, baking, watching hawks and eagles, visiting with friends, writing in my journal or blog, knitting, watching baking shows...
I suppose all of these have as their aim, "being pleasurable". Everyone on the planet finds pleasure in different activities, but certain activities are so quiet, so non-commercial, so peaceful that they are effectively invisible. The Goddess is used to invisibility, as are most of us women -- yet our fun, loving, beautiful activities are the glue holding societies together.
Yesterday, I did something fun that might seem unexpected for me -- I clambered around on some rocks. Now, I love rocks. Perhaps having often been resident on a lakeshore explains this. Like a "lizard" (my college nickname!), I like to sit on warm rocks. But as I get older, my poor bunioned feet cause me to be increasingly cautious. My toes head in directions other than forward -- I can only wear most shoes for short periods of time, and as a result, my ankles aren't as strong as they used to be. So I've been afraid of attempting to navigate uneven rocks and boulders. But yesterday, I threw caution to the wind, put on my sun hat, and went for it. And when I sat on one rock looking at other rocks (which more and more experts agree are sentient beings), I felt like I was among friends. I smiled. I was a wild woman in the wild, in a wilderness cathedral. The sounds were not "Preces and Responses", true -- they were the calls of birds and distant traffic and the wind in the trees. My response was to smile. I had acted. It was a perfect, fun, beautiful action for this moment in time. It was valid. It added, I hope, a healthy energy to the world.
