The beginnings of my journal in which I ask the question-"what does freedom mean to you?"
(I still have everyone's answers....someday something will come)
*Freedom is driving my car with the music blaring, singing at the top of my lungs, off key and not really knowing the words, through an open landscape with mountains on the horizon and the sun setting behind me so the sky above, ahead is welcoming me with its beautiful change encouraging me to do the same. Accept the dying day and welcome the setting sun.
*Freedom is going to bed at 7pm because it's dark and I want to.
*Freedom is rising out of bed in the morning with the natural rhythm of a new day, drinking a hot mug of tea cupped in both my hands as I sit and stare and anything and everything.
*Freedom is going where I want to go when I want to go there.
*Freedom is saying I love you and not worrying what comes next.
*Freedom can be a paycheck and the irony that comes with each direct deposit.
*Freedom is the pen in my hand and the journal on my lap as I write whatever words flow from heart to mind to pen to paper to eyes.
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