Freedom

Snowflakes falling on snow drifts carved by the wind, conifers tall as spires as I sit on a log in a winter wild, all alone, enjoying the beauty,  even the chill, sitting still, things of the world are gone away, worries take their leave, there’s a freedom here that requires no seeking, no believing, no fighting, it just is, it touches me in its  wildness, in its pristine nature, absent of judgement or shame, a freedom from self, a freedom to feel alive, to possess a joy of life, to be at peace with myself.