I don't even know if heathen is the right word as it connotes a violent rejection of religion, and that's not entirely fair. Or true. I think there needs to be a new word, a modern spin on heathenism in which the person is just kind of peacefully and lazily spiritual. Not agnosticism really, although that's closer.
May I suggest the term lalalalistic? As in yes, there is something else, something bigger, something grand and beautiful and scary and more but I am not quite sure what it is so instead I will just sit here and watch The Real World Duel Challenge II knowing that it is there whatever it is, I feel it and in this we are one, Amen. The Church of LaLaLa, now accepting flock.
When I was little I believed in the Easter Bunny who brought me jelly beans and quiet glittery spun sugar eggs housing small yellow chicks, later Sweet Valley High books and green mood lipstick. If I still believed in the Easter Bunny I would ask him to bring me one of these paintings by Marion Peck. Aren't they beautiful and eerie and then beautiful again? I love a delicacy that can stun. Alas, I no longer believe in the Easter Bunny, and yet when I wake up on Sunday there will be the fuzziest big-eyed chick in my bed softly snoring, i.e. Zoey, not Bryan, although he'll be there, too, less chick and more monkey man, also snoring.
This one is my favorite. It is titled "Nice Girl," and pretty much completely captures how I feel 99% of the time. Don't you just know there is something going on behind those big brown eyes, that there is potential energy waiting in her clasped Nice Girl hands?
So yeah, Vegas baby, Vegas. Truly it's a quick vacation with Bryan's family, but if I just so happen to pass a slot machine or roulette table and you just so happen to have a feeling about a number or a color or an odd or something of that jazz hands and showgirls ilk, please let me know in the comments section. Bet it all on black? 17? Cherry! Cherry! Cherry! Happy Good Friday peeps, and a very sugary Easter.
Susannah and the Petunia Faced Girl