A quiet dance within where the steps begin with hope and determination . The choice and conviction carry the call to action . Love for the unknown other is on the line .
How you choose wait determines one’s peace of mind . That too is a dance in your mind . A few steps forward into optimism and a step back into fear .
As long as we breathe our dance for freedom will never end . 
Winds are blowing wildly tonight . The waves dance and display their power gloriously. It draws me into to my freedom and into my joy .
My steps upon on the sand become of a dance of their own as I delight in the roars of the waves and strength in the winds .
It all brings me home to that in between place where the joyous freedom lives and dances and knows wisdom that needs no explanation .
Spreading my arms wide , welcoming the beautiful wild of life , and the cloak of heaviness flies away .
Freedom without knowledge , freedom without wisdom , freedom without compassion . What does it create ?
Without an anchor to your soul and distance from your fears any fool can envelope you in a blanket of their tall tales and drag you along on their crazy lies .
Freedom to create a life that you’ve dreamed …Oh but wait not if they say “No”.
So you go …somewhere and start doing something thinking that this is what must be . And the men at the top talk passionately of freedom , your freedom , as they take it all away. You hear the passion not the meaning and it’s all so exciting . The energy and the community that help you to feel oh so strong grabs you hard , so hard that you forget that it’s lies .
Remember …remember that we all have the right to be .
A wild horse stands tall and calm while shadows from the clouds above move across his frame . Uneven terrain outstretched for miles rugged and beautiful and flickering with warm tones of color . The definition of strength seen in the horse’s musculature speaks of a noble history . The beauty is elegant and somehow soothing to see .
You may run as you please dear wild one . Run and run with wind blowing through your mane . The power of your spirit echoing throughout fields and hills all around . The scents of pine and sage and the remnants of a sun filled day linger in the air as you choose your resting place for the long night ahead .
Star filled sky becoming visible and the lullaby songs of the night begin as you settle in beneath an ancient tree . Sweet rest dear wild one until the new adventure begins again ….
blchapman 