Did you hear the coyote this morning? I enjoy knowing creatures wonder about. Yesterday a deer stood still by the shop. So graceful, the leap back to forest safety. What we don’t see lies around us. We are never alone.
Nina Simone believed freedom was a life without fear. Some believe that choice defines freedom. And others are imprisoned by too many choices and no ability to decide. Frozen. Was there a choice with cancer? Was there fear? Was there freedom to understand within the fear? Were we/you robbed?
To stay, to leave, to be present. Facing what is given to us, might be bravery. But is freedom a choice? Does this equate to power or powerlessness?
Mornings spoken, the language of birds awaken with the sun. Layered shades of green, dark with new light. The aroma of brewed coffee topped with steamed milk. Dressed in summer fare, I step out into the dawn of day.