What I care most about is Freedom. My freedom, others freedom. Our Freedom. I care because it is our natural state, our highest expression. Like Art. It is like the air that we breathe. Freedom is our Evolution. Our glorious shared Revolution. Such beauty and grace.
And what is your definition of freedom, anyway? Is it the ability to express, to move, to love, to plant and to harvest … in life? Those are definitely some aspects of Freedom.
The Freedom Trail is such a personal process. It is the heroine/hero’s journey, cloaked in street clothes as a disguise. You may think you are Jane/Joe Average. But when you pay attention and relax, you can feel the Magic do it’s work. That is such a glorious, ecstasy feeling … rippling through your body. Yes, one person makes a difference. And YOU are that person. Just by being you. Can you imagine that?
In all of this, there is a divine give and take. A balancing of the scales. Because … Freedom gives, gives, gives as it must also it take, take, take.
Freedom asks that we learn … constantly, responsibly, impeccably. Like learning “languages.” As I have walked the Freedom Trail… I have had to learn many languages. The languages of Love and Compassion, or Suffering and Forgiveness. I have stumbled around like a “lost tourist” for years. But I do apply what I learn … red-faced and vulnerable. And it feels great to make contact, to really connect. To emerge victorious, even for a moment. And while you can learn languages from books/audio, it’s not until you immerse yourself in the experience, face-to-face, belly-to-belly, that fluency develops. Freedom is an an art form, just as language is. We can give ourselves to it and let the alchemy do the work. The beautiful work.
Freedom.
We have it. We are it.
We delight in our shared Freedom … like children playing together with sandcastles, creating again and again.
Such fun.
Here, now in this Magic Moment.
That’s evolution. That is revolution.
Ever replenishing, like the ocean tides. In and out.
Freedom, our Freedom … is being born again with each breath.
Freedom. Ever replenishing, like the ocean tides.
