On the Outside


“All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.” — Marge Piercy

I’ve never fit in.

It used to bother me, but now I realize my strangeness is a gift. It’s comforting that I am not compelled to live within the beige spectrum of life. Instead, I choose wild colors and light. I own my voice.  I hold a huge, watery brush which I use to highlight the sky.

Normal is highly overrated.

I am abnormal and proud of it. Yep, I am a big weirdo, navigating this clown car called life.

Weirdos love the clamor and the clang as much as the next person, but we are not part of the teeming masses. We are fools, tricksters, court jesters. We watch from a roof nearby or from the thick branch of an ancient tree. We are outside the confines of ‘normal’ life. We grate at the very thought of everything that defines average, regular, day in and day out.

We chafe at being fenced in or force fed.

Anyone who is a healer, a light-worker, or an artist/writer/poet/scribe knows that they naturally (and permanently) live on the periphery of life.

And that’s where we’re meant to be.

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.” ― Apple Inc.

Playing Small Will Not Do.

The fact of the matter is, my soul won’t fit inside a thimble. Instead, I’ll wear a coat made of carbon and stars; I’ll sip the ocean through a straw.

See, I can’t abide a straight jacket; I won’t swallow your bitter pill, even if you force it on me.

Blending in, isn’t an option. I came here to live out loud.

So, Go Crazy. Be Wild. Run Amok.

The world needs more weirdos, ropers & stompers, more change agents, and get-down-get-funky daydreamers.

As it is, this world cannot continue. It’s on a collision course with, ‘Oh, sh*t’ and ‘How’d that happen?’

Stasis and the status quo are killing us, along with everything else on the planet. Visionaries and squatters, painters and soul gardeners, every single strange, dreamy outsider, is desperately needed.


You know who you are.

You’ve lived your whole life on the outside looking in. You’re comfortable with infinite darkness and widening light.

So, put on your boots and fire up your flashlight.

An army of light-workers anxiously awaits your arrival. You are the catalyst. You can change everything.

There’s no time to dawdle. Start today.

There’s still so much work to be done.

© 2014  Shavawn M. Berry All rights reserved

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3 thoughts on “On the Outside

  1. Dear Shavawn,

    I just adore your writings and thoughts! I’ve shared your posts with many people and they’ve all enjoyed your words so very much! I just wanted you to know that quite a few “light-warriors” down in Fairhope, Alabama on the coast are digging you too!!

    All the very best, Angel Curtin Jellyfish Yoga

    1. Thanks so much, Angel! My Nana was from Montgomery, AL (and was also a writer). So nice to have lots of kindred spirits down there! ~ Shavawn

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