Sunday, August 15, 2021

Sunday, Saying Yes to the World


Human spirit is one of the most striking realizations of wildness.  It is as eccentrically beautiful as an ice crystal, as liquidly life-generous as water, as inspired as air.  Kerneled up within us all, an intimate wildness, sweet as a nut.  To the rebel soul in everyone, then, the right to wear feathers, drink  stars and ask for the moon.  For us all, the growl of the primal salute.  For us all, for Scaramouche and Feste, for the scamp, tramp and artist, for the furious adolescent, the traveling player and the pissed-off gypsy, for the bleeding woman, and for the man in a suit, his eyes kind and tired, gazing with sad envy at the hippie chick with the rucksack.  For us all, every dawn, the lucky skies and the pipes.  Anyone can hear them if they listen: our ears are sharp enough to it.  Our strings are tuned to the same pitch as the Earth, our rhythms are as graceful and ineluctable as the four quartets of the moon. We are—every one of us—a force of nature, though sometimes it is necessary to relearn consciously what we have never forgotten; the truant art, the nomad heart.  Choose your instrument, asking only: can you play it while walking?

Jay Griffiths, Wild: An Elemental Journey

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