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ind.</p><p id="b8fb">It is not that I don’t care. I do. I care too much.</p><p id="fd7a">If I take it all in at once, it has the potential to crush me. Spiral me into a place where I become frozen.</p><p id="6367" type="7">Overwhelmed and unable to help anyone.</p><p id="5746">The filtering process delivers the news a little at a time and usually from a friend or family member.</p><p id="3d41">The overwhelm of tragedy after tragedy delivered by a smiling news reporter or in a scrolling news feed taken done a notch.</p><p id="6308">Freeing me from ending up in a heap of dark desperation and despair.</p><h1 id="2070">Dots of Connection</h1><blockquote id="66a3"><p>I am by choice almost clueless to the goings-on in the world, entertainment-wise included. Filtered to the max to keep me getting out of bed. Trusting that all the important things will ripple to my awareness as needed.</p></blockquote><p id="1d05">I wrote these words in an email earlier today.</p><p id="344f">Then I read this week’s prompt from <a href="undefined">𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊.</a> — <b>Freedom.</b></p><div id="aff5" class="link-block"> <a href="https://link.medium.com/MXtiFhr9wab"> <div> <div> <h2>This Week’s Prompt: 12–18.10</h2> <div><h3>Good morning/afternoon/evening, now and forever! Reading everyone’s articles on faith left me experiencing a sense of…</h3></div>

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POETRY| PROMPT

Freedom

To just be me

Muck and mire Dampening desire

Freedom of mind Mine to find

Silent reflection Transparent reception

Edit the perspective Empowering directive

Sovereign space Ceasing the race

Energy flowing Knowing growing

Boundless being Oh so freeing

Acceptance to just be Me Free Free Free

World News. Violence. Death — our environment included. Inequality. The race for bigger, better more. Senseless systemic rules. Health. Parenting. Work. Relationships. Family. The endless to-do list — on and on it could go.

Freedom is being able to unchain my thoughts from the weight of the world.

Clearing space for energy to flow. Delivering clarity. Hear my soul speaking and then having the freedom to choose and respond as I can.

Even if that means just taking a breath and accepting what is.

One of the ways I keep my mind free is by meditating.

The other, filtering news. News of every kind.

It is not that I don’t care. I do. I care too much.

If I take it all in at once, it has the potential to crush me. Spiral me into a place where I become frozen.

Overwhelmed and unable to help anyone.

The filtering process delivers the news a little at a time and usually from a friend or family member.

The overwhelm of tragedy after tragedy delivered by a smiling news reporter or in a scrolling news feed taken done a notch.

Freeing me from ending up in a heap of dark desperation and despair.

Dots of Connection

I am by choice almost clueless to the goings-on in the world, entertainment-wise included. Filtered to the max to keep me getting out of bed. Trusting that all the important things will ripple to my awareness as needed.

I wrote these words in an email earlier today.

Then I read this week’s prompt from 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊. — Freedom.

This Week’s Prompt: 12–18.10

Good morning/afternoon/evening, now and forever! Reading everyone’s articles on faith left me experiencing a sense of…

link.medium.com

Thanks, Diana. Once again — simple synchronicities at play.

It almost feels like a joke.

The dots keep popping up. Daily.

I turned the stereo on after I wrote the poem…the first song — Free — by Donovan Frankenreiter

What the?!

Freedom of mind allowing me to keep joining the dots.

Thanks for reading Thanks for being you