Interesting words to wake up with, crazy beautiful. Didn’t know what to make of them until I hooked onto the associated feeling, which was love and peace. Then it became, way cool.
It’s like going back to the hippy terminology. Maybe mind is a hippy? Not such a silly idea since mind projects, for our singing and dancing pleasure, trips so weird, bizarre and whacky to make any self-respecting hippy smile wide and mutter, Right on, dude.
There was something strangely wonderful about the hippies. Their sayings, like their counterculture itself, were rejected out of hand, at times violently, by the mainstream. Which shouldn’t surprise because history demonstrates that whenever anyone starts talking about and actively promoting Love and Peace they are quickly and ruthlessly dealt with. Never trust the man, man, was much more than a cool sounding staying.
Just ask Jesus, or John Lennon, or Martin Luther King,amongst many, many others, what being a love-monger begets ya.
There is something strangely wonderful about the term, Crazy Beautiful. It too describes something words cannot; like a sunrise for example, a smiling face of a loved one, or when someone whispers those immortal words to you, I love you. How do you describe that? Crazy beautiful, that’s how.
Have a wonderful Fathers Day all you daddy’s out there. Enjoy the moments, they are Crazy Beautiful.