Was it yesterday or right now? Freedom through song, ritual, declaration, imagination. Through adornment, expression, clothes, lack of…
Freedom from who or what?
Freedom is a scale. A gradient. It’s sometimey and sensitive. Aren’t we all partially free, if only in our heads? But also contained in a space that holds us or others that look like us.
That doesn’t feel free.
Freedom is a feeling found in fragments. Hold them. Eat them. Digest them.
A time when I felt free:
I was searching for a vacation. Alone.
Did you know that all vacations abroad are unsafe? Ask a news watcher.
I landed on Budapest (Budapesch) / Pest to be specific. The rough side they said. White supremicist leader. “The same as the US” I said.
Most days were spent roaming the streets, coffee shops, boutiques/ nights… Biergartens, clubs, food truck alleys. Freedom.
Not one person to accommodate, consider. No schedule to keep or meeting to attend. Train rides to Austria.
Staring in my face searching, admiring, wondering, sorting my roots and origin.
Freedom in your voice and decisions. Maturity sans hesitation. Have you tasted it? Liberation is a love language, get some.