I was at the pottery studio again yesterday. I love the atmosphere. Being in a creative space really inspires me. My artist friend was showing me a chalice she made for a minister friend of hers. She made the chalice for communion services. It was odd. Beside the priestly chalice that was drying on a newspaper was a silly looking elephant.
She began to tell me that the elephant was actually the first chalice. While spinning the chalice on the wheel it suddenly flew off the wheel and landed on the floor. She looked down at it and broke into laughter — it looked like an elephant. She picked it up of the cement floor, and finished the transformation of the communion chalice into an elephant. Now the two of them — the sacred and the silly — sit beside each other drying on the newspaper.
I love the imagery in that story. Somehow the sacred and the silly are placed on the same level. There are images around us every moment of every day. They can be serious and in just a moment be transformed into something hilarious. There’s some deep meaning in there somewhere.
Makes me want to take the silly side of the imaginative fork in the road more often. Why can’t we laugh?