I didn’t want to come out. I felt safer in the tangled forest of my approved life. There I could hide in the shadows. In fact, I was a shadow of what I was to become. I would be hidden in all the distractions that made themselves available to me. I was an expert in...
Are you wondering what the meaning of life is? Or what your purpose in life is that would give it meaning to you? Do you think, or assume, that it's a question that no one has the answer to yet? Or that its answer is currently beyond your grasp? Do you think the...
Hollow. That’s a season. A season that comes and goes. When you break free you lose things. Captivity comes with benefits. You will miss them. You will want to go back.But don’t! Don’t be the one who wants to return to the security of the familiar cell. You will be...
From the moment I was aware of my imprisonment I knew I had a choice: I could become hard-hearted or I could be vulnerable. I could harden myself in an attempt to avoid further suffering. Or I could remain vulnerable and enjoy life. So many vulnerable creatures become...
You will feel exposed. As I was. And still am. Because this is how I choose to live. When I made my escape it was like ripping myself free from all constraints. I left all my clothes behind, my given layers of protection. It left me naked and exposed. Exposed to the...
I looked back. And I didn’t turn into a pillar of salt. I looked back. When I escaped and I knew I had, I stopped in my tracks. It was a night just like this. The moon was full. The stars were bright. The night was cold. But I was free! I hadn’t felt this feeling in a...
You just have to jump! Sometimes, like Kierkegaard wrote, you just have to make the leap! I took the existential dare. What a crazy image this is! Look at me jumping from a great height with only a rope in my hand. How far I must fall! I saw how far it was, and I...
All it takes is one small opening, and one small opportunity. Just underneath the straw in my cell I found a hatch door. My means of escape was always available to me. I just hadn’t seen it yet. My captors are busy playing their games, planning their next move,...
I am beautiful. I am free. I am wise. I am Sophia. How did I get here? How did I come to this? Why am I in these chains? Why am I locked in a dark cellar surrounded by things that degrade and dehumanise me? Especially words. Words that are meant to shame, subdue and...
I’m always waiting. Looking out the window for something to show is my pastime. Like through a dark glass. The thing is… I never really know what I’m looking for. All I know is that I want to experience my freedom. The freedom that beats in my chest wants to feel the...
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