Social norms, learned in Kindergarten. My son’s new apartment complex in West Seattle— new ways of living in collective spaces for social and economic reasons. Shared singular lives, ruled by apartment choices. Small spaces- Shared cooking areas, a run for the dog. Rent by-laws. We voluntarily respect economic will that becomes law. No voting, just a tacit acceptance with the pocket book. Laissez-faire, the free economy. And it works—hmm, individuality.
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.
I want to write where you are and how you feel, yet I don’t really know. So I make up a story. I observe. I love. Hold my hand so I can read the curve of your palm.