i read somewhere... 21 june 2017...

i read somewhere:

"To be wild is not to be crazy like a criminal or psychotic, but
mad as the mist and snow." It has nothing to do with being
childish or primitive, nor does it manifest as manic rebellion
or self-damaging alienation.

The marks of wildness, are a love of nature, a delight in silence,
a voice free to say spontaneous things, and a vivacious curiosity in the face of the unknown" Robert Bly

"You're a gorgeous mystery with a wild heart and a lofty purpose. But like all of us, you also have a dark side -- a part of your psyche that snarls and bites, that's unconscious and irrational, that is motivated by ill will or twisted passions or instinctual fears.

It's your own personal portion of the world's sickness: a mess of repressed longings, enervating wounds, ignorant delusions, and unripe powers. You'd prefer to ignore it because it's unflattering or uncomfortable or very different from what you imagine yourself to be.

Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event. If you disown a part of your personality, it'll materialise as an unexpected detour. Carl Jung

Everyone who believes in the devil is the devil . . . ."

"Be brave and forceful, gentle and graceful. Free your sublimely imperfect, riotously intelligent body. Allow it to be itself in all of its mysterious glory. Love your body exactly as it is.

Praise your body. Thank your body. Tell it you adore its uncanny majesty; you yearn to learn more of its secrets; you promise to treat it as your beloved ally.

Study your body's magic. Exult in the blessings it bestows on you. Celebrate and hone its fierce animal elegance.

"I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself." Friedrich Nietzsche

Summer Solstice. 21 June 2017. on the day of the national, if not national, protest, stay strong, stay together and stay focused, as the purpose is one.

"This is the time of the rose, blossom and thorn, fragrance and blood. Now on this longest day, light triumphs, and yet begins the decline into the dark. The Sun King grown embraces the Queen of Summer in the love that is death because it is so complete that all dissolves into the single song of ecstasy that moves the worlds. So the Lord of Light dies to Himself, and sets sail across the dark seas of time, searching for the isle of light that is rebirth. We turn the Wheel and share his fate, for we have planted the seeds of our own changes and to grow we must accept even the passing of the sun."