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Of Rebellious Rapture June 6, 2007

Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces, Journal , 9 comments

I was marching off the day’s stress in the woods this evening when I chanced upon a huge, perky clump of foxgloves. Woo hoo, look at us, they shouted. So I did. No matter how many National Trust gardens and manicured lawns you see, there’s something intrinsically beautiful about wild flowers. Fragile but tenacious; unplanned but defiantly persistent.

 

I’m bored. Bored with being a suburban square of the expected. Perhaps I should be a little wilder? Become rampant. Unruly. I’m getting nowhere fast by being good and working hard.

Hell – there are no rules here: we’re trying to accomplish something.

Thomas Edison (1847 - 1931)