I am proud of myself that I have now completed my to-do list for the wedding a day early. Hooray!
I am also intrigued with a discussion we are having on Connection Well around the subject of wildness and madness. How much does one give up to "fit in"? We can't survive without our "tribe," and so we don't want to be ostracized. What does that require of us?
I believe we step in and out. I have come this week to see how much the trees are my comfort. I used to think it was the ocean, and it is but that is so huge. I can stand next to one redwood tree, put my hand and face on its trunk and lean into comfort and support.
So, what does this poem bring up for you. We all agree that Emily Dickinson is timeless in what she has wrought, and this was quite a radical poem for her time, or not. She was influenced by Emerson.
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
Much Madness is divinest Sense---
To a discerning Eye---
Much Sense---the starkest Madness---
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail---
Assent---and you are sane---
Demur---you're straightaway dangerous---
And handled with a Chain