Sometimes freedom looks like exuberance–whooping, hollering, and dancing wildly Other times freedom looks like quiet stillness–the complete absence of striving, with no need to prove anything to anyone Sometimes freedom looks like laughing Sometimes freedom looks like crying Sometimes freedom looks like permission to feel nothing at all Sometimes freedom looks effortless Other times freedom … More True Freedom
The corner of the coffee table was digging painfully into my knee. My left arm was completely numb. My right arm, contorted at an unnatural angle, was well on its way to the same state. My neck was stiff; my back and feet ached. I was beginning to sweat … No, I wasn’t engaged in a torturous … More Uncomfortably Close
I had been sitting on the shore soaking up the sun for long enough. It was nice on the beach. I had everything I needed to be content and comfortable–a soft blanket, a protective umbrella, great books and great food. I even had a lot of great company. Together we basked in the warmth of the sun. Together … More The Wave
This post probably isn’t about what you might think it is about. I’ve actually started it several times. I haven’t had the nerve to finish it and post it. I don’t know if I will this time either, but it won’t go away. So here I am yet again. If you’re reading this, well, I guess … More Seeing the Unseen
Cindy Powell 