The light is delicate tonight and the breezes cool. Someone not too far away is
listening to a soprano singing opera . The sounds drift faintly in the air as I watch the
evening light dance with with shadows before calling it a night .
It’s the sort of peaceful , summer night that soothes the soul and invites a restorative
rest .
New dreams are given space to arrive in the subtle , warm glow of the setting sun .
Independence implies freedom from oppression . And as I listen to the sounds fireworks celebrating independence I can’t help but think of the freedoms recently lost in a United States Supreme Court by justices nominated by an authoritian , egomaniac and his political sycophants .
I can’t help but think of the Ukrainian people and how the same sounds are terrifying as they fight for their lives and freedoms .
Freedom requires that all people participate . Active participation . Vote , write letters , call representatives , sign petitions and walk , march and demonstrate . The problem with that is that so many of us are simply exhausted just trying to survive . And that’s what happens when the divide amongst the people with opportunity ( education, healthcare , nutrtion and career opportunities ) and those that don’t is too great .
Do we have the to vote ? Yes , but when people can’t physically get to a polling place to do so because they can’t leave a low paying job in order to cast their vote …well , where is the freedom in that ?
When the premise of a society , a culture and a government is driven by love of money then we are creating a free society but rather one of suffering .
It is not too late . We still have the ability to evolve and be better and do better .
A meditative place where hymns of renewal and release breathe .
Where space for calmness and peace reside .
Free from pushing and pulling and instead feel the rhythm of my heart beating
and soothed by breathing .
In the joy of quietness I am charmed by the birds singing and by the light dancing with
her shadows .
Remembering the joy of quietness I am free .
There is no freedom when our lives belong a to mad man with an assault rifle .
There is no freedom when our lives belong to law makers owned by corporations .
And there is no freedom when a child or a grandmother are savagely murdered for just living .
The blood stains our souls and breaks our spirits though apparently not enough to change our laws .
Now is the time has come and gone too many times .
Who we are has been made clear too many times for this false narrative to continue .
We make clear our desires when we vote and spend money . And then lie when we claim it is for the mighty light of freedom .
I assure you it is not .
Awake at four AM . So much so that making a hot cup of tea felt right .
Deep quiet and darkness seem to give space to other level thinking .
Now an hour later , deep darkness remains outside , and gradually the sounds of birds singing transform the quiet into a new day arriving .
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