My entire existence had been a yearning
For independence and freedom
To stretch my arms to the heavens
To propel myself through the world
And with great effort I fledged
Tumbling from comfort
Shocked by the coldness
I threw my arms out grasping
A gasping borning cry erupts
As my wish was made reality and regret
As the cold seeps into my bones I find I’m more and more inclined to curl up in a blanket and snuggle down in front of the space heater. In an effort to stay warm I layer my clothes: leggings under a long skirt, a long-sleeved top under a long sweater, throw a fleece poncho over it all, with wool socks and high-top fake fur slipper boots. And if there were no reason to move I wouldn’t. But life moves forward and I am compelled to move as well.
When I was a child I longed for independence. But as a child I had no idea that independence meant that I would be responsible for my own food, clothing, laundry, transportation, etc. We seem to be hardwired to seek freedom. Even as far back as gestation we strive for independence. There is little the mother can do to prevent the arrival of the baby. And when the baby is ready there will be no stopping the dash for freedom. So we make our arrival into this world – from comfort and safety to cold and chaos. The cycle repeats when we leave home. And again when we make life choices, always with an eye to having more independence. Right up to the point when we finally welcome death and step into another plane. Always hoping that the next step will return us to the comfort that we traded for independence!