Freedom
Freedom. I want to be free of all of the heaviness of my past, all of the anxiety of my future, and all of the constraints I have learned to wrap myself in like a funeral shroud. I believe in avenues that will help me grow and become freer. And yet. I struggle with imaginary chains too much.
I believe growth will come from following my bliss into my own adventure. I just bought the Vintage, ‘67 Shasta Compact camper for this reason. It was delivered yesterday. The adventure is not going to happen on its own. I am making myself fully available to do this alone,
with a friend,
with a companion,
– it doesn’t matter –
I am doing this for me
and my own expansion.
I know spiritual growth mostly happens through partnership. Unless you are a monastic monk high on a Tibetan mountain peak, the likelihood of having solo enlightenment is slim to none. Can you hear one hand clapping? I didn’t think so. All signs point to an “other” who could trigger, push, upset, delight and force you up the spiral to your next level of growth. And freedom.
The candle is lit for the road open where my adventure awaits and the love I am opens to its fullest expression. So mote it be.
