Etymologically the word free has it's roots in beloved, friend, to love. Today, a close friend revealed that one month ago he gave up his twenty year old office job and stopped, just like that. He'd been running, thinking and driving his time, living in the future and the past. I wanted to hug him for the courage in his action, for following his instinct, for his dream of being free, for choosing to measure his days in the growth of his fruit trees and to live with much less, not more. I share with this friend : a taste for the monastic eating of leftovers, an over zealous work ethic and a life that I try to shape to fit my bones. Today, he inspired me, made me remember, we only have one time round this clock, in this body, spin it to the rhythm of your heart.
