To grow WILD: the forgotten definition of ‘escape’

 

es·cape

[ih-skeyp] verb, es·caped, es·cap·ing, noun, adjective
verb (used without object)

1. to slip or get away, as from confinement or restraint; gain or regain liberty: to escape from jail.
2. to slip away from pursuit or peril; avoid capture, punishment, or any threatened evil.
3. to issue from a confining enclosure, as a fluid.
4. to slip away; fade: The words escaped from memory.
5. Botany. (of an originally cultivated plant) to grow wild.

When we think of ESCAPE, we tend to lean into definitions 1 through 4. We’re talking about sprinting away from something less-than-serendipitous, spiritually-strangling — even perilous.

Springing outta jail. Fleeing the scene. Cracking the lock. Revving the getaway car.

Personally, I’m attracted to the fifth (and forgotten) definition: to grow wild.

When I dropped out of college, I thought I was escaping the self-imposed pressure & cracking-ice tension of dominating the classes I (rarely) enjoyed. In reality, I needed to grow wild.

When I packed all my belongings into two overstuffed suitcases and moved 7,043 miles away from home to a small town on the southern tip of New Zealand, I thought I was escaping a traumatic breakup. In reality, I needed to love wild.

When I quit my comfortable 9-to-5 job, I thought I was escaping the abrasive confinements of cubicle life. In reality, I needed to work wild.

My best decisions — and finest escapes — have always sprung, whether I realized it or not, from the desire to grow wild. To release self-invented limitations. To nourish myself with raw experiences. To bloom fast, ferocious & free.

And so, the question for every escape artist becomes:

If I complete this grand escape –

– and quit the job
– or leave the guy
– or sell the house
– or burn the website
– or axe the partnership

– will I simply be TRANSPLANTING myself to a new patch of soil, with all my cultivated strictures intact, or will I be GROWING WILD?

Transplant your cultivated self, and you’ll yearn for another form of escape before you’ve even set down fresh roots. But grow wild — and there will be nothing to escape.

Calling All Escape Artists:

My first-ever life & career coach, Michelle Ward, is celebrating her two-year entrepreneuriversary today.
I owe this woman a debt of gratitude of Herculean proportions.

She’s celebrating her second year of vocational liberation with a new offering: An Effective Escape: leaving your day job without living in your parents’ basement. This digital love-bundle includes a 70+ page workbook, audio & video sessions, articles galore, resources-a-plenty, an inspiring music playlist, and provocative questions to craft your own escape plan. And today & today only, it’s priced at whatever you can afford.

Pay what you can. Get all the goods. And grow even wilder.

devotion // liberty

Comments

Leave it to you to make this semantic connection that nobody else would see. I love the idea of “working wild”, and having that be An Escape. It’s true, though – it’s freedom, it’s choice, it’s love, being able to make an escape & “bloom ferocious, wild and free”.

Thank you for giving me this new perspective & sharing the hooplah. Love you, smartypants.

Parts of my life feel like a domesticated potted plant sitting on a window sill marked “stability”. In reality I’m a rare, yet-to-be-named wild horticulture paradise in a perpetual cycle of seed, blossom, fruit, compost. Thank you for the reminder and the fertilizer and the genuis!

Sounds like you should look up Rhizomes :)

I love it. As someone who is planning on moving nearly half-way across the world, this is an excellent reminder to let myself grow into the person that I want to be.

Hannah on Mar 21, 2012 Reply

Delicious – Ole!
thank you
I love it.
My favorites are
Always keep a wild part in the garden – just for the fairies and your imagination to play.
And some days turn left instead of right and sit in the cafe on the corner – that could be anywhere

Sometimes it takes just the smallest change to have the biggest impact on your life. I love the idea of growing wild . . . it just has such a nice ring to it.

If you don’t know it already, I think you would love this song:

http://youtu.be/Wnbei1pC41k

These flowers are coming up wild
They’re coming up, they’re coming up
They’re coming up wild

These flowers are coming up wild
They’re coming up, they’re coming up
They’re coming up wild

They are like those children
Go off to school & don’t come back
And I am like their mother
Waiting around about to crack

Crack
Crack
I want them back
Crack
Crack

I want them back
Back
Back
Back

You are like a flower
You rise & rise to the sun
You do not look back at where you came from

I want to be like that
That
That
That

And the boys they run faster
And they throw harder
And they get stronger
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone

I want to be like that
That
That
That

And the girls they are pretty
And they get silly
When they get giddy
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
I want to be like that
That

I’m on my knees in the corner
Wiping my floor, wiping my floor, yeah
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone

I want to be like that
That
That
That

These flowers are coming up wild
They’re coming up, they’re coming up
They’re coming up wild

Jenny on Feb 24, 2014 Reply

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