The Day I Met The Boy Named Free

by | Aug 30, 2011

I can’t really explain the energies that collided on the day we met. But it seemed like the world just slowed down for a minute, and no one was there except for the two of us.

The more we spent time together the more I felt like I had known him all my life. Had we met some time before? Had we been together in a different life?

From the beginning there was a deep, completely overpowering sense of comfort.

His name was “Free” in Portuguese. It has taken me years to figure out that “free” was just what I needed.

So much of my life before I met him had been about control. It had been about holding on tight and never letting go. Holding on till my fingers bled.

And then here was this boy who was asking me to jump. He was asking me to free fall. He was asking me to let go.

“I’m not going to do that,” I thought. “Because God knows where I will land.”

But then again- if God knows where I will land, then what is the problem?

Eight years later, my feet are by the cliff. The sky is crystal blue.

The greatest gift we have in this world is our freedom. And if we don’t jump, we will never know.

So I’m holding hands with this boy named Free. And I’m ready for whatever the Universe throws our way.

Phot by Paul Patton

1 Comment

  1. Rob

    I’m not free, I am capsizing freedom
    Allah Salakem?


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