Maybe it’s just paying attention
And choosing to participate
Really being in whatever I’m doing.
Maybe it’s a practice, really, this attentiveness…
this responsibility to what I feel, right now.
Being awake to my body and my emotional life.
Being affected – by life, work, a lover, parents, children.
Noticing what is moving in me.
And noticing my hesitation,
when I back away from being real in order to be nice.
Or when I am afraid to hold a gaze.
Being free is not holding back.
Freedom isn’t indulging in reactivity
or spewing emotionality …
That’s being bound to the old.
I’m not free there.
Being free is being true.
Allowing myself all of me.
And everyone else every last bit of themselves.
I’m playing in the the-a-tre of free-dom this week. Asking these questions and watching what comes.
With 9 other explorers and you, the audience, if you’d like.
Meet someone dressed in a vibrant color on a corner in Great Barrington.
Be led into an exploration of freedom and intimacy.
My kind of adventure, and yours, perhaps, adored ones!