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SWB: Stretching for freedom


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Freedom is an interesting concept. There are many categories in life in which people seek or are seeking freedom. Speech, religion, press, thought, assembly, association and choice are the immediate freedoms that come to my mind. I suppose it's obvious to say that that my freedom pondering presently has been in the area of my thinking.

In much of my reading this week in my Sacred Space devotion, freedom was the focus of the week. Much of it's emphasis was in the freedom to be oneself and to think upon how God delights in the creation of each and every person. Some of the thoughts of freedom led to a common ground of unity and love.

All these connecting statements got me thinking.

Can freedom truly be experienced without a foundation for living based on love and unity?

Recently, I've had days that cause me to spend (probably) too much time pondering the dark corners of my own mind. I found in this last week that my struggle with freedom had more to do with the intellectual and physical clutter of my life.

In the areas I'm reaching for freedom, I find limitation present because there is simply too much "stuff" in the way to make the stretch possible.


Some of the stuff in the way:

Too much physical clutter at home and not knowing where to begin to clear it out.
I miss attending college more than I ever thought I would, yet I'm not sure what next to pursue in my "lifetime of learning".
Unpredictable emotions.
Being unfocused.
The weary feelings that remain after interpersonal conflicts.

When I feel free:

When I'm physically active.
When I'm reading books that really connect.
When I'm writing, painting, and singing at some regular intervals.
Taking a nap after a busy, busy Sunday morning.
Dancing to a mix CD that my teenage daughter burnt.
Choosing where to start in making some space.
Taking a step into uncharted territory.
Going on a road trip.
Finding and sticking to my song.

I think its time for some Fall/Spring cleaning. It's time to made a place for freedom to live, breathe, stretch and grow. Before I arrive at the place of freedom, it's necessary to make space to get there.

May this week bring you room to stretch into your freedoms as well.

Lord you gave me life and the gift of freedom.
Through Your love I exist in this world.
May I never take the gift of life for granted.
May I always respect the right to life of others.

Sacred Space / Prayer for 9/13/09
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Mel said…
Off focus and off my center -- when I'm weary, that's where I am.

No doubt that's what makes me weary.

A bit of patio time, some quiet space to commune with My Maker-- *sigh*
Sounds like I've written my own script for the weekend. ;-)
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