the fiery impulse to recreate soul

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My inner madness consists of my impulsive energy, my obsessions with music and the beauty of nature and the wisdom of books. It is my yearning to move, travel, dance, love, laugh, cry and write. I call this madness because this is not what we are encouraged to explore. This is the juxtaposition of normality, or sanity. It’s my colorful crazy, my flailing armed creativity, my smiling inner peace, my madness is my genius.

Jack Kerouac once stated: “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing.”

I’m with you Jack. I am drawn to the unexpected and the unusual, I love the odd and the bizarre. If you think you’re weird, I’ll most definitely want to talk to you…all night. We can talk about anything you want…let’s inspire each other and expand our hearts and minds..

My inner crazy feels uncomfortable with the boredom of small talk and commonplace things.

I want to know what makes your heart come alive.

I want to know what drives your desires and makes your soul sing. I want to lie under the stars and imagine other worlds. I can’t understand when you tell me how much you earn or what you want to buy, but I want to listen when you tell me what you want from life and what you want to see and how much you want to give of your crazy self to the world.

I can relate to your delicious insanity and your craving to get naked and shout obscenities as you run into the ocean, under the moon…..Zoe Quiney

the river-wild spaciousness of soul retrieval requires an immensity of heart, a fire to match the flood, and a fearless, stripped-down deliciousness of being…..

I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world…..Anais Nin


a surreal expectation

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn

and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.

…..Wendell Berry


2 thoughts on “the fiery impulse to recreate soul

  1. Crazy is such a harsh word…….most often used by those who have never stood naked in the rain, never sat in the stillness of evening awaiting the trembling heart of fireflies and moths, never made love beneath a jealous moon. Tis in those moments, we are reborn, remembered time and again to our soul ~ to the truth that needs not rules for how to be.

    Every morning for the last several weeks, I slip out of the garage before leaving to see whether I have visitors beneath my evergreen. Two are common, although not together. One is a bobcat, the other a rabbit. The bobcat has yet to bother the rabbit, and the rabbit likely is just irritated that the bobcat has his spot. What a joy it is for me to find one of them there, and yet this morning, it occurred to me…….that perhaps it is a joy for them to find me. The soul is always open to more (and more) love. Crazy? O, yeah…………… ❤ May the divine crazy in you find a secret patch of nothing but four leafs……… ~ Ever love, Bobbie

    • this adventurous spiritedness is my most treasured gift…..I know here that in my wild-woman curiosity, I am whole and receiving what is true….I see your wild too…..treasure your critters as parts of your deep-knowing soul Bobbie….

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