Freedom Rains

Peacock Poetry

Freedom is one of my top values and one which others often tell me that I give themselves permission to connect to through my being. A couple of weeks ago, before delivering an online creativity workshop, I ventured out for my stroll and got caught in a big storm that physically connected me to that sense of wildness that makes me feel free and so, of course, I wrote about it and brought some of its energy into my workshop!

Power Shower

There’s freedom in the morning rain that messes up your hair

There’s freedom when we do not tame the wildness in the air

There’s freedom in the letting go of being what’s expected

There’s freedom in the current flow, the past too oft dissected

There’s freedom in the muddy shoes that scuff the earth beneath me

We get to be who we so choose, permission how you teach…

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