Jan, over at RevGals has recently been released from six weeks of wearing a sling to allow her shoulder to heal after surgery. As a result she is experiencing a new sense of "Freedom" and offers this Friday Five:
1. physical - six years ago I suffered from a terrible infection that landed me in the hospital for eleven days followed by nine weeks of antibiotics four times a day via self injected pic line. Being released from that pic line was a similar sense of freedom as Jan expresses.
2. spiritual - spiritual freedom. Curious. I could probably go in many different directions with this one, but given the short amount of time I have this morning, I'll go with the first thing that pops into my mind. Here in Dearborn we live in an active, intentional, interfaith city. I like that, it reflects the best of what this country has to offer and enables me to grow more deeply in my faith through relationships with other faiths.
3. emotional - this kind of freedom comes, I think, through doing the good hard work to understand what motivates me and what I do to undermine myself - those "old tapes" if you will, that can be destructive, fear filled, stifling. The more work I do to grow and be emotionally healthy the more "freedom" I experience.
4. vocational - working within a hierarchical church system enables a peculiar kind of freedom, but also, limitations. So, within the freedom I have I enjoy my vocation and find it gratifying. I often appreciate the structure, which I usually experience as useful, although there are occasions when the structure becomes destructive if we don't all do our best to function with healthy boundaries.
5. relationships - In some regard social media has opened up a whole new world of relationships for me. I maintain a regular connection with people from high school, earlier careers, and people I've become friends with, but have never met. It certainly seems like a wonderful sense of freedom!
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