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Today we celebrate the 4th of July, Independence Day. If I pretend to be a historian, I would say it was a day that represented a group of immigrants who colonialized the American continent, a day that represented unity and freedom from suppression.

In today’s culture, we see it as a summer holiday, a day to barbecue and celebrate with friends and family. To enjoy the freedom of the day with those we love. To celebrate our freedom to create a memory, to engage with it and to honor with love those who share in it.

For my family, we saw the 4th of July as a family celebration since it was my parent’s wedding anniversary. I was in first grade when I realize the fireworks were not to celebrate my parent’s wedding.  Instead celebrated something more foreign to me, the country’s anniversary. Even into adulthood, I still see this day as a celebration of my parents and the family they created. I am grateful for the freedom of the USA and the sacrifices so many have provided for my freedom.

Today, I have the freedom to sit and write this post. Something I take for granted when so many other bloggers, writers and journalist around the world look over their shoulder with every word they write. I am blessed and grateful for the freedoms in my life. I am free to love and honor the oneness in which I live, free to express through writing my beliefs and creative gifts. Free to send each of you a blessing for a heart and mind to experience the goodness of the Universe and “All” expressing its divine manifestation.

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I was running around the lake you see,

When up in the sky

I saw the sun laughing at me.

So I ran to the beach and saw him waving good-bye,

I knew the sun was playing a trick on me

When I saw him slid down behind the trees.

So I jumped up and down hoping to see,

If the sun was still looking at me.

I saw an orange speck between the trees,

I thought it was the sun winking at me.

With a blink of my eyes and giggle of glee,

That speck was gone

and no-one was left watching me.

Even though the sun played a trick on me,

I’m sure from between the trees

It was the Lord who winked at me.

(msuzanne, 1981)

I wrote this poem when I was 21 years old while I was spending a wonderful week in the Pennsylvania Pocono Mountains.  One evening I was out for a jog around the lake when I saw the sun setting.  It was a warm summer night in August.  Before the sun set I sat and prayed by the lake.  I lost all sense of time and when the sun started to set it was a reminder I must run back to where I was staying.  The setting sun and the wink from between the trees left me knowing that God was right there with me.  So we continued on our jog.

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