This is the year, the month, the day, the hour, the moment that we can set ourselves free. Free from the constraints of worry and holding on to the past.
It’s all too easy to cling to yesterday with white knuckles, even when the present and the pending future is full of unlimited possibility.
“Anything is possible,” declared my yoga instructor this evening.
I remember thinking the same thing when I was a youngster. Magic was in the air in those days. But as we grow into our adult costumes, it’s easy to get lost and forget that the magic and the miracles are still around.
And so, moving forward into a space of freedom — I’m thinking it means living for now. Letting go of my conception of what should be. Loving without condition. Loving with a rawness that can only be found in the authentic now.
Freedom comes in the moment — when you are in a flow. Yes, a majestic beautiful flow. It comes when we lift our heads and our chests to the sky. When we dare to look into a stranger’s eyes and smile.
Freedom comes when we love freely, without rules or chains. The mind must find a sense of peace, if true freedom is going to reign.
It’s easy to cling to the past. To talk about what is dead and what has died. Whether it was a person, a relationship, or a dream. But there comes a time — to let it all go and claim that gift called freedom.
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional. When pain arrives, it’s important to feel it — to own it — to accept it — and then let it go. Otherwise suffering becomes all we know. We become caged and freedom turns elusive.
But now it’s time to breathe. It’s time to claim the miracles and the magic that float through the universe. That live in our veins.
The winds of freedom have arrived, and it’s time to fly.
- Jen Engevik
Project Be Bold