Pan

When Pan burst from the glen, there was momentary silence. The Forest Keeper spritzed about, somersaulting as the center attraction. He bore no reservation-how could he-with Dionysus and Bacchus in the family as equally eager to strut and garner more willing admirers. Each note in the reed pipe delicately tended to, interpreted as it was played, individually affecting each spirit, addressing each particular yen to make everyone feel loved. All of the inhabitants felt His connection, His playful mood- cavort and carouse and you have my attention.

Come watch me frolic and be inspired to join.