Over the weekend I read the quote “All good things are wild and free” – Henry David Thoreau.
I can’t get it out of my head.
I don’t know the original context or what point he was trying to make when he said those words, but I do have this feeling of home when I read it. I feel like it’s somehow belongs with me and holds a liberating truth.
When I think about how I want my life to be, the words contained, ordinary and tame do not come to mind. Not in the least bit. But rather I have this imagery of myself running barefoot through an open field of wild flowers a warm breeze running through my hair. Wild and free.
I think of the majestic lioness on the prowl through the safari of African, graceful and strong. She’s stalking her prey, caring for her young and soaking up the hot summer sun. Wild and free.
I think of a lush, hand picked bouquet. Each flower allowed to shine with it’s own grace, evoking a feeling reminiscent of the garden where it once belonged. Draping greenery, curled stems and delicate petals all speak with their own voice bringing the bouquet to life, not forced to conform into a tight arrangement but able to dance in the fresh air. Wild and free.
Doesn’t that just seem like the way life should be?
Above is my Baby Bean — barefoot and free 🙂 By Hetler Photography.