Barefoot Freedom

As I continue this journey into knowing truth, the kind that has freedom written all over it, I am constantly surprised at the way the messages are delivered to my heart!

Yesterday as I celebrated my birthday the whisper of freedom was everywhere I looked. A double rainbow in full technicolour was painted in the foreground with majestic mountain peaks in the background. Wild and free, calling me more deeply into being alive in it.

Birthday hugs that came with unconditional love and amazing grace and patience that spoke to me of the hearts that have laboured with me through the birthing pains into freedom.

Sitting with two friends at Intime (In-tee-may), I heard more stories of women who have somehow bought into the illusion that they must keep their heart in bondage. They have not yet heard, or somehow have become deaf to the call of freedom that their heart and souls were designed to live in.

Does freedom come overnight, like a prisoner being released from the prison they have sat in? The technicality of freedom maybe have come but life, in truth, and in freedom, is a step by step process, that many of us are learning to walk in.

Walking in freedom. The more I go deep sea diving into the truth of freedom, freedom in my femininity, freedom for my heart and soul, the more I see myself barefoot. This picture of barefoot freedom continues to be developed. It is not an instant Polaroid photo, but rather the slowly developing picture puzzle of it. It is starting from my soul upwards. Right now I am standing in the water of life, the sea of life. The waves lap up over my bare feet. It isn’t always nice soft sun-warmed sand I feel – sometimes it is the uneven rocks in these waters and I am learning to get my balance as my feet get used to the discomfort of the rocks. The thing about barefoot freedom is the letting go of the old ways of dulling or blocking the pain. There is nothing between my soul and the reality of life with the good, bad and the ugly. This truth freedom is about trusting my Divine Maestro enough to know that standing, here, now, I can really FEEL life as it ebbs and flows around me as I walk fully immersed in it.

Women of Africa walk barefoot, clothed in glorious colours, graciously, fluidly swaying as they walk, the soul of their foot in touch with the rawness of the earth and life. Women of India dance barefoot, graciously, fluidly, with every movement of their body being in tune with the vibrations of the inner melody that they sway to. Their feet in particular move with precision and purpose and with intricate beauty. They too are clothed in gloriously rich vibrant natural fabric garments that display their femininity in a mysterious way. Their feet are sure and strong as they are placed upon the ground, whether it is the daily business of life or the dance of life. Indeed, they are intricately intertwined. I have not yet fully defined it but I know that there is an unrestricted quality to walking barefoot in life that I want to learn from these women.

I have just come back from “my bit of beach” where I have watched the sun go down. My two companions and I sipped hot tea as we sat wrapped in our warm blankets on this cold November evening. The cold air and the muted voice of the sea were delightfully invigorating and soothing at the same time. The simplicity and reality of this very moment was another glimpse of barefoot freedom that allowed my soul to contentedly sway to the serenade of the sea breathing upon the shore.

There is more I want to learn about barefoot freedom and I am sure my Divine Maestro is ready to continue developing the picture.