Thursday, January 11, 2007

Freedom Is...

Standing on some rocks when the breeze caressed my body and outlined my shape with blowing fabric. The air tasted fresh and clean the view and temperature were perfect. Standing barefoot I felt grounded to the red rock that lay in the valley before me. Inhaling life, and exhaling fear, changing poses and postures like the seasons on the land. I feel freedom in my mind, when I take the time to breathe.

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