Freedom

Not For Sale

I wish I were free to dance and skip and fly on the ground like this little girl.  I dance with paintbrushes, at my easel, with pastels loosely fitting in my dusty, colorful fingers.  I love watching children so much.  They don’t disguise their joys, fears, excitement or passions. They live it out.  They are so real.  I like watching old people also.  They throw their heads back and let out bellows.  They slow it down.  They live.  God, make me like that.  Make me free!