To Be Free

Every time we leave home,
A road full of routine we follow blindly,
Into a world that seems unchanging.
Familiar faces exchanging glances,
Old places that we remember being built,
As memories rush by of times now gone.

New places seem frightening in contrast,
In a world where nothing seems to last,
And in a blink of our eyes it is gone forever.
Everyone just wants to fit in labelled boxes,
Normal as just who wants to be different?
We are all individuals but collectively one.

We find comfort in the routine,
The intimacy shared like a loved partner,
That we trust with our every heartbeat.
With changes bringing out our distrust,
As begin to question their loyalty to us,
And reach for prayer that all will be well.

Just as we loathe the sound of Monday,
Friday always seems just out of touch,
And weekends are over far too quick.
Letting time tick with a monotone beat,
Seldom stopping to learn our rhythm,
Dancing away like an one trick pony.

Many simply call it the ‘rat race’,
But then who’s laboratory are we in?
And who are we in competition with?
Part of someone else’s experiments,
But how to escape the hidden cage,
When there are no bars to break free.

Bread to fear the change of constant,
To fly away requires thinking anew,
Going the detours with an open mind.
Following a compass of our free souls,
Discovering the hidden life that awaits,
Free to live and dance the way we want.

Travelling awakened and refreshed,
Saying yes to invitations to the new,
Returning home enriched and fortified.
Living our lives with the fullest glass
And in the moment not past or future,
With happiness written upon our faces.

© Fi S. J. Brown

Scotland’s day under the lens

Today is probably the greatest (if not most important) day of my life, as Scotland decides whether it wishes to be independent from the rest of the United Kingdom. It is probably the most important votes since the referendum to have a Scottish parliament that I have and will vote in. I feel the eyes of the world watching, as the day of decision is here and I live in the capital city, filled with the lenses of the media from all around the world.

I am not saying aloud here, but as I have said previously those that know me well enough know the answer to that already and happy to share opinion privately. However, I am of both Scottish and English heritage (my parents one of each), I know what my trio of instinct, heart and head say, and remarkably they all are saying and singing the same thing! I only hope we do not end up with a nasty hangover wishing we had not woken up to that.

Enough of the debates, spin and lies, it is time to mark this day with a cross.

© Fi S. J. Brown