So What IS Crazy Anyway?


Our next contributor to the series “Just A Little Crazy” is Sally of TigerEye’s Sallies. She eloquently ponders the question, “So what is crazy, anyway?” If you’ve missed the other entries in this lively series, click here and get yourself oriented . . .

Crazy? Harder than I thought to pull together ideas. What is the craziest thing Ive ever done? I dunno. I seem to have a lot to choose from, especially in the days before children.

Do I talk about walking the Witness Trail in honour of my dead brother with my best girlfriend in bear country? Do I talk about painting the kitchen bright spring green and rich mountain blue? Do I talk about skinny-dipping at midnight, or mid-day, or whenever confronted with clear water? Do I talk about throwing off the shackles of widowhood at five months out and finding a new love of my new life?

All of these are crazy, and adventurous and generally spontaneous behaviours in my life-well-lived. Theyre pretty typical of what I do. Regular readers will know how anathema punctuality and regularity are for me, and may not be terribly surprised by the aforementioned list.

So, for this post, I wanted something different, and big – something truly crazy. I have no tattoos or unconventional piercings, so that wont work. But I do have a series of recently taken photographs, which do somehow illustrate my brand of crazy and spontaneous. Let me explain . . .

This is a picture of Sam, my first-born, almost nine-year-old, beloved boy. He is wielding a magic stick, aka a dog ball chucker, and he is spreading magic at the lake, before sunset, on a mystical afternoon, outside of time, at the end of summer. For me, this is magic, aka crazy.

Lets look at the elements:

A dog: we dont own a dog ourselves – our zoo is full up with cats and rabbits and fish – but my daughter Sydney is a dog-lover. The dog-person gene skipped a generation, and was passed directly from my mother to my daughter. We stop for dogs (e.v.e.r.y. Dog). We borrow dogs. We test-run dogs. Adding a dog to our household is an important ingredient in our crazy recipe. Dogs mean chaos and fun and laughter and water and mud. The dog not seen in this picture is a not-yet-full-grown pointer. He is non-stop crazy fun magic.

A best-friend: I met my BFF 20 years ago last week, during the first days of our university program in Child and Youth Care. Weve been through a lot of crazy fun magic together (see the above list . . .), and now that we once again live close enough for easy visiting, my children are the beneficiaries of her largesse, energy, creativity and spontaneity. For them, she pretty much epitomizes crazy fun magic. For me, she is this, and a trusted confidante and an opportunity to play photographer while she plays auntie. She brings over her dog, and her presence and presents, and another critical ingredient in our crazy fun magic recipe is added.

Water: it doesnt have to be a lake – a river is also excellent – but a backyard pool and hose will do equally well. It doesnt even have to be outside – dish soap and food colouring added to the bath tub make for a fantastic crazy fun magic time. Water soothes us and heals us and holds us. It keeps promises and secrets; it restores and refreshes. Being in it or near it seems like a never-fail ingredient in our crazy fun magic recipe.

Sparkles: here, they come from sunlight. They could come from glitter, or cake decorators sprinkles, or an out-of-season Christmas ornament. They might come from a precious pet, perhaps named Sparkles, or from a loving hug or a warm smile. They certainly come from the helpless laughter of a child or the love in a parents gaze. Sparkles are harder to see when youre down, but they are there, in dew-drops, butterfly wings, spiderwebs and wet noses. If you dont have them before you put together your crazy fun magic recipe, youre bound to have them afterwards.

A child: I birthed both my children at home. For some people, this is crazy. For me, it was a refusal to live in fear. Certainly, there are risks in life. I choose, vigorously, not to live my life wrapped in cotton wool, fearful of bumps, bruises, heartache or even disaster. I cant protect against these things – for the most part, life and the universe are pretty indifferent to my petty sandbags. My very best defense against those slings and arrows, I figure, is to seek and exploit opportunities for joy, beauty, sparkles, fun, magic and craziness.

The crap is gonna come along – can I grow something good in it? Turns out, I can and did – a couple of kids, several profound loves, some great friends. Pretty sure something fantastics gonna happen tomorrow – will I be ready for it? Will I recognize it? It might like look water, or a dog, but who knows? It could look a lot like you.


9 thoughts on “So What IS Crazy Anyway?

  1. I loved that.

    In your definition of crazy I have lived a pretty crazy life!

    I don’t think birthing your children at home is crazy insane, but it is pretty crazy cool!

    I birthed mine natural, in a hospital, and would do it again. The experience is something you can’t ever know until you actually go through it. The euphoria after you have that child is amazing!

    I am not a dog person either. But my husband and kids love them. When we actually get our own place I’m pretty positive we will end up with a few. And I’m okay with that.

    Well written! 🙂

  2. Wow Sallie, you write crazy great! I love the optimism you express in your last paragraph, finding magic in the (potentially) mudane. Thanks for writing that up.

  3. The fact that I might be the crazy in the life of someone else? That’s a powerful thought . . .

  4. if living your life without fear is crazy? then i’m right there with you Sal! life lived under a mattress in your bathtub everytime there’s a tornado watch isn’t a lot of fun! here’s to crazy!

  5. Sally, you just took this thing to a whole new level. Nice!

  6. I love what you wrote about sparkles…and now I’ll be seeing them everywhere!

  7. I did so want to have my fourth at home, but we’re so far away from the hospital that if anything went wrong… we’d have been crazy with guilt.

    This was a great post. Can’t wait to see what the other offerings are!

  8. you are pretty fabulous

  9. I love your idea of crazy. Your last paragraph is crazy wonderful.

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