Freedom

Freezing fog and hail
She will stay indoors again
Mind still free to roam

If memory serves me correctly, it was Frank McCourt, author of Angela’s Ashes and ‘Tis who described being imprisoned in a hospital bed during a childhood illness and how in that time he discovered that although his body might be trapped, his heart, soul, imagination were not confined to the hospital; subject only to his own will, he could be anywhere.

That freedom is indeed a wonderful gift. Spare a thought, then, for those spirits, in the words of the hymn, ‘oppressed by pleasure, wealth and care;’ those imprisoned by worry, addiction, depression and not able to enjoy the freedom of imagination.

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About Rosalie Squires

'Who am I?' is a question whose answer keeps evolving, that can be answered in many, many ways; that has no known answer at all. But there are some clues to be found: stocksharpsquires.wordpress.
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