“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.” - ...
“Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.” - ...
“The only real prison is fear, and the only real freedom is freedom from fear.” -
It hit me as I was having coffee, granola and blueberries early this morning ~ it’s been a year, already. Then I remembered I had made pictures on the porch Thursday of the boys when the sun was shining so brightly and Harry was enjoying basking in the rays while Bogie tucked his head through the railing hoping to spot a critter or hiker.
After work we headed down the mountain to spend some time in the pasture before the predicted rain arrived on Friday. I wanted to run it and obviously Bogie was in for that, so the Prince got to take it easy and enjoy the great trek down in the all- terrain stroller ~ the weather and temperature were hitting ‘perfect’ on my meter.
A year now of warnings, induced fear, enclosure, cut-off’s, cover up’s, stay away’s, do not’s or else you can’t come in….and a myriad of other things ~
Each to his or her own, at least for now. Depending on the world or environment one has lived in in past days, these last twelve months may have caused feelings and thoughts from times past to surface. Feelings and memories which must be moved through daily, a step at a time ~ but faced with the reality of what was, what has been moved through and fought for and now ~ where others say we need to or should be again. Maybe not literally in the same sense, but nonetheless a very familiar mindset.
What does freedom mean to me personally and why? A question each person must answer on his or her own according to their own heart, knowledge and convictions.
At day’s end, to me personally there’s nothing greater than freedom ~ with freedom stems every action of one’s life. What does one do all day, each day that does not involve freedom? Nothing. Freedom ~ a priceless gift.
The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first.
From a mountain girl’s heart