Today is a day that one might particularly ponder freedom. Some might celebrate the nation’s birthday barbecuing and fire-working with family and friends, others might parade red, white and blue…and many may reflect on the concept at large, memorializing how their American experience has not been so free after all.
From my perspective, this year, the holiday has provoked more of an introspective meaning.
First and foremost, the freedom to live my life exactly as I’m called to live it, a privilege not shared across humanity.
Yet despite this reality, I haven’t always felt free.
This morning on the yoga mat, I had a revelation.