Thalia’s strong arches propel her from the rocks. Her bare feet crunch spent leaves blanketing an escaped daffodil. “Re-peeeet after me! I AM WILD!”
Urania and Calliope share a suspicious glance before proclaiming, “YOU are wild!”
“I seeeeeeeh-d — RE_PEET! — — — I — I — I AM!”
Calliope’s fingers shred fresh blades of grass.
“C’mon now —” Sunlight sparkles on Tal’s face, “I AM A WILD AND GLEEFUL THING!”
“I am a wild and gleeful thing,” Cal and Nia mumble.
Thalia winks. “You can do better. Again.”
“I am a wild and gleeful thing!”
“Good.” Tal claps. “Now — I BELONG EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE!”
“I belong everywhere and nowhere,” the duo whispers.
Thalia raises her brows and shakes tail like a frisky red squirrel. “Again. With con-viik-shun!”
“I belong everywhere and nowhere!”
The trio clasps hands.
“WE BELONG — everywhere and nowhere. We are free.”
You are only free when you realize you belong no place - you belong every place - no place at all.
The price is high.
The reward is great.
~ Maya Angelou
You are a wild and gleeful thing,
nudged by lavish grace
towards all the astonishments,
and nothing can stop it
You are not a mistake.
The earth aches for your singular life,
for the miracle radiance
of purely, specifically
The shakings and the dark noises
of a man-made world
cannot compete with your hallelujah blood,
your hosanna spirit,
or with the gentle fury of hope.
Your post today is the reason I always read even if I don’t always reply...
#Wonder #Awe #Inspiration
“I indeed am a wild and gleeful thing! I indeed belong everywhere and nowhere...”
Link to the poem only got me to Gideon...
All I need is a bread 🥖 crumb... TY! 🙏🏼🕊️🙏🏼
Random 🕳️ 🐇 discovery...
In theory there are no such things as feral daffodils, but we have seen patches in wood and meadow and median whose origins are lost to time and whose purpose is now a thing unto itself.
“Hight”? What? Obvious misspelling... Maya Angelou, though... <look up> Ah, means “named (adj.)”, okay, bit of German that didn’t quite make it to English. 😊