Free Soul

Where have we picked up that

self-consciousness of judgment?

The thought that someone else’s

thoughts would matter–would

somehow influence how we thought

about our creation or, God forbid,

ourselves.

When we were 5 we just colored and

drew with and for joy.

We expressed ourselves in the myriad

ways our minds and hearts flowed.

We were mostly proud of our

creations, but we wondered

what you thought, too.  And

we wanted to share our joy

and pride in what we created.

Innocently, we breezed through

school, getting as much fun

coloring and recess time as

would or could be allowed to one

not-so-free-soul at hammering

away at the adult’s curriculum.

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Close up of hot air balloons being filled with hot air. Art and Air Festival. Albany Oregon

Photograph © Dennis Frates Photography  http://www.fratesphoto.com/

 

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