Prelude 03

Just days ago, I was facing down fear and inviting the unknown into my heart.  Today, my enthusiasm for life is entirely out of control.  On a whim last night with little market research, I posted my lovely home on craig's list - for lease, for a year - and today, I am blessed with three truly viable offers.  There are in fact people who would love to live here, who can feel the peace (as I have done for numerous years) in this home and on this amazing property.  My choices are multiplying.   I have eluded on this website and in conversation with friends about my theory on freedom and how choice is the largest factor in our perspective about our level of freedom.  Does freedom even have levels?  Are we either trapped or free?  Are there varying degrees of freedom?  I have always equated freedom with the notion that I choose.  Whether that be choosing a home, a job, what I want for dinner, if I will mountain bike or kayak or heck, let's just reach for the sky and do BOTH, or what time I start work on a given day.  The dictionary has a lengthy definition of freedom.  The one I most identify with is: exception from external control.  Sounds kind of spiritual to me and frankly, I take it that way.  When we allow external material forces to direct our daily lives, we are missing out on the soul of living, on the spiritual reality of life.  We are supposed to be blessed.  We are supposed to live vivacious and vibrant lives.  No God, no Buddha, no mother earth or father sky or any other idea of creation would create us to be limited.  So why do we put ourselves in these boxes and then try to break out?  It's a rhetorical question yet one that I would love to open for discussion. Come play with me.  What do you think?