“You only are free when you realise you belong no place; you belong every place.”
Maya Angelou (in conversation with Bill Moyers, 1972)
I’m unfamiliar with Maya Angelou, but I don’t imagine she means it geographically. I think it’s about acceptance, about being accepted as a person.
But what has this to do with freedom? Freedom, from what?
If you live free from obligation, from responsibility, from commitment, then how can you expect to hold onto respect?
And what is it to be free of compassion, and free of love?
John Donne, in his Meditations, in 1624, wrote of man being not an island, entire of himself. He is connected to others by human experience and shared values, of life and death. Do not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.
So what of freedom? Elusive?
Richard Lovelace, while imprisoned for political dissent in London, 1642, wrote to Althea in verse. The famous final stanza reads,
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage:
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
The line that impresses most is, minds, innocent and quiet. If we do not feel at ease in our own mind, then where on Earth do we go to find it?
inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge, week #50
It’s a good, and difficult, challenge from Reena, this week. Being overprivileged as I am in this old world, I wonder how much of value I can say about the sense of freedom, unlike Maya Angelou, say. Mine is just thoughts and words, and participating in Reena’s challenge.
No man is an island, by John Donne (spoken poetry / youtube)
To Althea, from prison, by Richard Lovelace