A couple of things happened recently to cause me to ponder the idea of being free.
First, we caught an unexpected and rather vicious animal in our live trap. (We remove the freeloaders from our garden and take them to open land.) The quandary was how to transport it and free it. It’s not a cuddly animal. It’s not happy that it’s in a cage. It’s not content that the garden is on the other side of the walls surrounding it. This is not free.
I wonder how the animal feels. Does it think its life is over? All it can do is wait. Does it suddenly appreciate the free-roaming ways it formerly had? With predators all around, even when released from this temporary box, is it free?
The other thing that happened was a sensation really. A day without responsibility and obligation, I enjoyed an evening out. It was the ride home with a cool wind and good music and a sense of happiness that reminded me I’m free. This is free.
To be able to move unhindered is to be free. There’s power in that.