You know, dancing around like a little kid not worried about what you look like, making funny faces, singing with gusto, laughing too loud, and generally expressing your joy and sharing it with other people - as a part of your spiritual quest.
Spirituality, for me, isn't just about my personal experience, it's also about my connection with other people and even, on occasion, with animals. And the times when I feel most connected with other people tend to be moments when I'm sharing a deep belly laugh with someone, celebrating on a dance floor, or singing with a large group of people. Those are the moments when my soul is filled up to the brim, and I am spilling over with love.
Surely these moments are sacred?
I was in a fairly serious place all winter, and then as the buds began to open on the trees, silliness began to blossom in me again. I started to have fun for no other reason than it felt great.
And I also started to feel guilty. I was feeling guilty so much that I actually had to stop having fun to sit down and quietly contemplate what the hell was going on.
Conclusion: I am an adult, but I still like to act silly and have fun. I don't have to ask anyone's permission to do so. If the pesky voice inside my head starts to berate me for what I should or shouldn't be doing, I have every right to tell that voice to shut up. Because no one has the right to tell me that I shouldn't live a BIG, joyful life - not even the critical voice in my head. Especially not the voice in my head!
Here's something else - when I've had a silly time, and I'm feeling all buzzy and sparkly with life, I'm more present and experience things that would otherwise escape my notice. The silly moments actually deepen the more 'traditional' sacred practices that are part of my life.
So I'm off to hula-hoop, or skip, or laugh hysterically at the fish-slapping dance - it's silly, it can be sacred, and it's all good fun.