Scream Your Guts Out!

Hot Creek, Eastern Sierra, 2015

“I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.”

Walt Whitman knew what he was talking about. Yell at the top of your lungs, without thought to those around you. Yawp with unfettered aplomb from the deep parts of your soul and feel the rush of life surge upward and project outward to the world in a way that is unapproachable with too much thought. It is a connection to nature and the universe, a transcendence of individuality and into the realm of the interconnected. We are all connected to the nature around us, to deny that is to place ourselves above other living things and that is folly.

Yawp at the top of your lungs and tear a hole in the normalcy of society, remove yourself and feel more connected with the freedom that is intrinsic to us all, the freedom to let go. It’s like listening to that piece of music, that one piece that makes you feel invincible, like nothing can touch you.

So I challenge you, at some point this week stand at the edge of an abyss and sound your barbaric yawp and embrace the insanity of it!