“When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the spirit laughs for what it has found.”
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea’.
~ W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems
The beauty of madness in being crazy… so what when she does things differently than the rest? Her craziness is her path to freedom, her liberation from the very constrictions of pain and fear that only led to losing her true self…
She is not shutting out from anyone; she is simply doing her ‘thing’, in her own time, however uncommon or strange or even frightening for others. Perhaps more pain and fear arises. The ups and downs, the tide rising and receding…
It only reveals her inner maddening beauty…
The beauty of courage to face the pain and fear through her own music, her own dance, her own art and poetry…
And in that moment of owning her true stance, she unexpectedly encounters profound craziness reflecting into her…
I say that’s friggin fluckin’ amazing.
I love THAT girl. 😉