![]() |
Descriptions of what I think represents freedom |
| Freedom To paint what you feel and not what you see... To think, to learn, to grow. To believe in something, anything. To dance and ache with the pain of tired muscles. To cry until the sponge of your heart is dried out. It is loving every wrinkle, dimple or fold of your being... It is seeing the beauty of His grace and hearing it too... Feeling, touching and smelling... And most importantly loving and being loved in return. |