Each year as the 4th of July approaches, the feelings of nostalgia set in. Growing up in a small town, getting a wagon ride to the parade, running through the sprinkler in the yard are all images of a time of joy and freedom.
I shared the patriotic perspective with my Dad and brothers, and to this day I can get choked up from the sound of a marching band playing a freedom march.
Our freedom as a country, as we all know was hard-won, and costly when counting the lives that were lost.
Personally, my freedom was also hard-won and slow in coming.
Today, I sit in my 10 x 10 booth at a farmers market selling my wares. These items are in truth a venue to connect with people and share the love. I no longer listen to the orders of a grumpy office manager who lords the rules over me. The creative, persistant gnawing in my belly no longer exists because it too has the freedom to live it’s vulnerable and strong life.
Happy Independence Day everyone!
