Shedding brushes
October 18, 2009
We live in a country graced with freedom. It’s as lovely as a Renoir flower.
But do we feel the wild surge of freedom pulsating through our days? … our thoughts? … our emotions?
When is the last time your spirit felt truly free?
My messy mop
•I feel it when I am in water: the ocean, a rainstorm, a bathtub, a chlorinated pool, a puddle.
•I feel it when I flip my baseball cap backwards. I transform into a five-year-old, and it’s play time. On mile 18 of my recent Chicago Marathon, I turned my hat backwards out of a mental necessity. The gesture reminded me that I made the choice to run 26.2 miles. I also made the choice to fully enjoy the streets of Chicago and to not quit.
•I feel it when my hair is untouched, unbrushed, and a messy disaster. I try not to use combs or brushes often. It’s odd.
Find those moments in the daily minutiae of your life. Savor it. Share it.
