Independence

During this season of independence, I’m celebrating my full, untethered mental independence. For too long, I have granted (or have had taken from me) space in my mind to the minds of other humans. My mind has been a nation occupied by pillagers – its culture ravaged and ruined by the words, behavior, intentions, and dismissals of its oppressors, both individual and systemic. No longer will I be too much, too little, too loud, too quiet, too thick, too thin, too emotional, not emotional enough, too strong, too weak, too feminine, too masculine, outside social order, outside traditional roles, or with too arrogant a “big” vocabulary. The border has been secured, and only the approved visitors of spirituality, family, friendships rich in positivity, art, nature, and the pure things life will be granted entrance. Let freedom ring.

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIX

Perhaps,

the selections

we don’t make

are as

foundational

to our character

as the ones

we do.

 

(I love that this is entitled Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XIX as though I have any idea what day of the week it is. Hope it’s Tuesday!)

Barabbas

I cannot

help

but to admit

that I am

Barabbas,

released

to an undeserved

freedom

at the Name of Jesus.

Firestone Friday: Poem XXI

A powerful freedom

exists in knowing

that your identity,

your unchanging essence,

and your inextricable value,

do not rest

in production,

so whether you produce

triumphs or failures

or nothing at all,

you remain

as richly radiant

as you always have.

Space for Expression

But what is a relationship

without the freedom

of self-expression?

If you so smother

your partner

that she cannot

be herself,

you have lost your partner,

and she, truly,

should lose hers.

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