From my own rivers of thinking, conditioned over 52 years, believing, seeing, perceiving my world, my way The shackles of my mind or is it in my mind? Who cares!? Stickler! See, what I mean? Shackles It takes time to write a post and I don’t have enough right now Shackles You need a theme!Continue reading “Breaking free!”
Tag Archives: Freedom
Choice
My body! Of course, it’s mine! I’m woman, I choose, I’m pregnant. My body, still. I choose, still. It’s my right! What right? To choose what? Who gave it, designed it, created it, looked at it and said: “Beautiful!” Life within me forming, growing, evolving fast Who gives it that power? Who is doing this?Continue reading “Choice”
Independence Day
“What comes to mind?” “Alone.” “Again? Really?” “Yes, it does, for me, but now in a good way.” “Ah… yes” “There’s freedom, too. From thought, from orienting myself on someone else, his and her expectations of me, perceptions and ideas maybe, rather than be independent for him- and herself and more of that every day.Continue reading “Independence Day”
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