(kinds of) freedom

"she had not known the weight until she felt the freedom" - hawthorne, the scarlet letter

"she had not known the weight until she felt the freedom" - hawthorne, the scarlet letter

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.
— John Steinbeck, East of Eden


  1. there is a necklace, that i have had for many years, and i wear it more than anything else. very simple, scratched and worn dull silver, two engraved tags, on a chain from mexico city. “know”  “freedom” it says. resting in the hollow clavicle, just above the heart. liberation. i love it, it’s courage and wilderness, and i choose it, more than the other things.
  2. the freedom of ease. of no proving, no striving. i’m all for the fight, and i will lace up and enter the ring. i will fight for what and who i love, fight against coercion and starvation and the insidious violence of controlling another with the wounds of words. but i refuse to fight for my place at the table, for permission (as if it must be granted. it does not. it’s already mine, sovereign and rising).
  3. “freedom is having nothing left to loose” sings janis joplin.  these last few weeks, the song that plays on repeat. i think i understand it, in a way i did not before. 
  4. freedom from oppression. because yes, there is real oppression. the trauma of basic human right beings violated. true violence. it happens. every day. and for freedom to exist, it must extend to all people. i refuse to turn away, or close my eyes.
  5. freedom, to want what we want. we can pretend we don’t. we can resist it. or deny it. or turn away from it. but it’s there, persistent and goading and inviting. we want what we want.
  6. feronia is the roman goddess, invoked to secure plenty harvest, and worshiped as one who brought freedom. it was believed that those who sat on a holy stone in her sanctuary, a temple on the campus martinus in rome, and in capena at the base of the mount sorcate, were set free. the summer i was sick, twenty years old and sitting on a screened in porch making homemade ice cream, i had dreams at night about sitting on this stone. i didn’t even know that is what i was dreaming, until years later, when i read feronia’s mythologies. but i was. i was there. and so was she.  
  7. "i don't understand," i said.
    "what part?" he said.
    "anything," i said. (and i think, what i really meant here, was everything).
    "so maybe we don't have to understand any of it. or maybe there is nothing to understand."
    and just like that, i was free.

  8. social and political theorist and philosopher, Isaiah Berlin, suggested a distinction in freedoms. “Positive liberty” being the possession of the power and resources to fulfill one's own potential as opposed to “negative liberty”, which is freedom from external restraint.  
    “Both liberty and equality are among the primary goals pursued by human beings throughout many centuries,” he writes. “But total liberty for wolves is death to the lambs, total liberty of the powerful, the gifted, is not compatible with the rights to a decent existence of the weak and the less gifted.” (from “the crooked timber of humanity: chapters in the history of ideas”)

  9. dancing.
  10. the great cost required, sometimes, to be free. 
    "…the heart is an organ of fire" - Michael Ondaatjeso
    maybe it's my heart then, that burned everything to the ground.
    maybe it was that thought i had, so many months ago, about how i was ready for what came next, that was the thing which lit the match.
    i think i believed i would get to take more with me, from one life into the next.
    that wasn't what happened.
     so, so much loss. both from what i let go of in the leaving, and what was taken and it didn't matter if i said yes or no, because it was already gone. 

    if lot's wife dissolved, into a pillar of salt, maybe it's possible she was just shifting shapes, because that's what it took to survive. and days or months later, she showed up again, forever altered, and how it takes a while when this happens, to come to know the woman you've become.

    because then this morning, it was that day. the one where i woke up and it was warm out and i knew that nothing would be the same again.the windows are opened. there are the most beautiful shapes of shadow and light on the brick wall. there is some kind of hollowed hallowed space in me, a still center. there is some kind of great rising. there is a loosening in the lightened load. there is the car and the road. and when i walked outside, i knew that i loved the me that was willing to give up everything to get me to here. and i loved the me that was there, waiting on the other side. so here we go.
  11. i was crazy inside. the raw hurt of being lost in so much chaos; it can destroy you. and i remember one night. i was frantic, and it felt like i couldn’t get it out, and so it would consume me. i was crashing myself into walls. hurling my body into something solid, like it might shake out the demons.  “don’t hurt yourself,” he kept saying. because, of course. throwing yourself into walls can cause real harm. “but i have to,” i would say back, lost in compulsion and terror. finally, it was late, both of us worn down but with no escape, and he said, “then crash into me.”  and he stood there, as buffer against harm and something to come up again. no questioning or trying to change. just love. throw yourself onto me, instead. i can take it. that. that kind of love. it sets you free.
  12. “freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” – Toni Morrison, “beloved”.  it is a radical thing, to take ownership, claim full responsibility for your own life. it means, for me, that even though so much happens for which i get no say and can’t control, it is still my life. mine. belonging to me. so what will i do with it?
  13. to be unlocked. to know the wilds.
  14. the freedom of voice, of speaking, of choosing to open the mouth, and claim what comes out. freedom of speech. and what it is like, when we realize that we are coming together, “hearing one another into speech”. this changes worlds.
  15. the freedom for and freedom to

         just love this world.  here, in the living,

with the cacophony of birds that wake me in the morning, marking return. the thick veins on the soft underside of elbows. political activism and community gardens. owls and wolves. crepes and coffee, so late at night it's really already early the next day. photo booths, maps of the lines in hands, the airplane as it ascends and the heartbeat strong, beating an unnamed language.