Freda on Clarity

Freda.

Clarity of thought.

It is the frail neck of the snow drop that nonetheless has the will to penetrate frost or snow and lift its white head above winter’s ground.

One precision point of upward direction.
A miniscule force yet sufficient to the task.

How would it be if our intentions were so clear that our actions had such effortless precision?
If our thinking were so clear that we were able to utilise only the effort required for our actions?

It takes Freda a little while to rise from her chair.

When she does it is simple, light and smooth.

“I prepare the messages before I move”