Of songbirds and Freedom


As I awoke this morning to the sound of hundreds of song birds echoing through the hollar, I lay quietly in bed, nestled under the down comforter on this cool spring morning, reflecting on the life of freedom I live here in my beautiful Blue Ridge mountains.

I gaze out the large windows in my bedroom, the cool air wafting in, awakening me from my slumber.
A new day, new opportunities.

The songbirds greet the new day in a glorious symphony of praise and expectation!

They speak to me of freedom! I, like the songbirds am free! I stretch my arms like feathered wings, a heart of gratitude for another day to live out this freedom and enter into fellowship with my beloved and His children.

We so often take our freedom for granted! I reflect on His grace this day. I am far from perfect, if not for His grace….Yes sweet amazing grace. Grace is the springboard that launches me into hope, and childlike expectation….Grace, it drowns out that ‘other voice’ that tries to keep me bound to my past failures and transgressions.

I come, just as I am, scars, wounds and all and with child-like abandonment, I dare to dream. What shall we do today Papa? Where shall we go? Use me Daddy to bring life, love and beauty to those who are hurting, to those listening to the ‘other voice’.

I leave you with this quote. A quote from a woman who experienced freedom firsthand! How can we ever truly understand freedom, unless at some point we were bound?

I looked at my hands, to see if I was the same person now I was free. There was such a glory over everything, the sun came like gold through the trees, and over the fields, and I felt like I was in heaven. I had crossed the line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom, I was a stranger in a strange land, and my home after all was down in the old cabin quarter, with the old folks, and my brothers and sisters. But to this solemn resolution I came: I was free, and they should be free also; I would make a home for them in the North, and the Lord helping me, I would bring them all there. Oh, how I prayed then, lying all alone of the cold, damp ground; “Oh, dear Lord,” I said, “I ain’t got no friend but you. Come to my help, Lord, for I’m in trouble!”
From a story by Harriet Ross Tubman, the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.

About Amalia

My name is Amalia, I am a survivor, but I am not simply surviving here. I fully intend on living life to its fullest everyday of my life. My past does not define me, it is simply a part of me and a contribution to who I am becoming. Fully awake, fully alive. Love is my religion. I enjoy meeting new people from all different walks of life. I love engaging in deep, meaningful conversation with others. I believe we each have something to add to anothers life. I love Jesus. And the way he interacted with people, especially the outcasts. I sometimes feel as if I am a very old soul born hundreds of years too late. But am realizing I am right where I am supposed to be, there are no accidents. I cherish those who love and accept me for who I am, intensity and all. Who love me for me, not who they'd like me to be. When I love, I love deeply, when I hurt I hurt deeply, I can feel others pain, an empath, but I would not change a thing. My 'story' has molded me into the person I am today and I like me! I am deeply moved by early morning sunrises and evening sunsets, by flowers, bugs, the changing seasons,barefoot walks in the woods, the wind in my hair and the sunshine on my face. I love capturing these moments with my camera, as well as trying to share the emotions attached on canvas. Music is my drug of choice. It soothes me when i'm feeling down or overwhelmed. I am drawn to other creatives and out of the box thinkers, the misfits, outcasts. I love to laugh and make others laugh. Laughter is amazing medicine. I have ADHD and it shows, I am currently....LOOK A SQUIRREL! I have a very strong sense of justice and nothing angers me more than seeing others taken advantage of or harmed, especially in the name of religion or by those in authority who use their authority to harm or control others. I am childlike, yet intense and will fight for those I love until the bitter end. But i've also learned that I cannot save anyone else and have learned when to let go. Because that too is love.

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