Sometimes we fight for it, bleed for it, long for it, dream of it.
Sometimes it’s handed to us on a silver platter. And we barely notice it.
Or we think we don’t actually have it.
Or we think it’s not enough.
Sometimes we whittle it away.
Sometimes we give it away.
Sometimes having it feels invigorating.
Or comforting. Or terrifying.
Sometimes we use it. Share it.
Sometimes we hoard it. Waste it.
Sometimes it all depends which side of the fence we’re on.
Here’s to freedom.
Finding it.
Treasuring it.
Honoring it.
Understanding it.
Nurturing it.
Spreading it.
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Happy 4th, friends!
Photo by Charming Elephant.
by julie rybarczyk
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