Today is July 4th, 2014. Just a few days ago I wondered around and got lost within the District of Columbia. I hoped on and off trains and walked to and fro throughout the city. I saw most of the memorials, trekked the long national mall and sat around the capitol building for quite some time. I felt amazed and free. I felt as though all that high school US history was paying off with each historical figure (statues) I noticed along the way. I gained a better appreciation and pride for this free nation which I am a part of. I felt grateful for the hard work which valiant men like Paul Revere, George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, and Ronald Reagan fought for. It felt like holy ground to know that I was walking the same lang that THEE Revoluntionary war was fought on. To know that Alexander Hamilton, John Adams, Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson (to name a few) were the very men signing and establishing a governmental system for the people, by the people. It is truly a sight and an experience to explore Washington DC and I am grateful for the freedom I have to do so.
To take another look at freedom let me invite you to scene I just witnessed and participated in. Near the coast of Maryland, surrounded by the tall everglades (thats really tall green leafy trees for all you West Coasters), large brick houses and long, quiet streets. I begin my walk with my uncle down and around this little loop. Along the way, my uncle heads back to the house and I am on my own. Earlier my uncle planted this idea in my head to go running (mind you I am in a dress and scarf for the festive occassion) and I thankful and jokingly declined. Once my uncle headed back though, I found myself desiring and being tugged to go for a run down the road. I am so grateful I did. I may have looked ridiculous running in a dress, scarf and cardigan on my shoulders but it felt incredible. I felt free. I felt nastolgic and at one. I felt peace. I felt gratitude for being able to run. To be able to travel. To be able to work. To be able to laugh. To be able to talk and think and write and sing and paint and take pictures and enjoy. I wanted to yell “freedom” as if the ties of my past adversity were holding me back all this time. Instead I smiled. I ran forward, up the hill and then began to walk. Everything felt clear and wonderful. It seems as though as much as I have moved forward from my accident, I still hold on. It is and always will be a part of me. But for the first time, I have friends that know me for who I really am, not as the accident girl. I still always seem to go back and maybe part of me doesn’t want to let go. But I just know, deep down in my soul that the more and more I let go, the closer I am moving towards my potential. Towards the reasons and goals G-d has and will lead me to. Today I feel free and its a feeling and an emotion I seem to have trouble explaining. I hope you’ll understand. Happy 4th of July.