Freedom: the work of wings

March 30, 2019 | Tags:

Freedom: the work of wings

It was a warm spring day when our chimney began to sing. Birdsong reverberated down, an unexpected gift tumbling into the ashes. But soon after, more distressingly, came the frantic beating of wings. We had forgotten to close the flue and a small bird had dropped through the narrow opening, becoming trapped behind the glass fireplace doors. So with a hastily hatched plan, we coaxed the bird into a large blue bed sheet. Then, drawing up the corners to make a sack, we transported it outside and, with two of us, stretched the sheet wide like a trampoline, watching as the ashy bird spread its wings and launched skyward, not once looking back.

Freedom conjures images of open space and the movement it allows – an open sky and birds that cross it; an open field and dogs and children bounding into it; or open water and the blade of a boat’s bow slicing through it. We know freedom in our bodies and with metaphors of movement, though it also applies, and profoundly so, to the inner realms of mind and heart and spirit.

Talking with a reporter at a protest in Cairo not long before Mubarek’s departure from leadership, a young Egyptian teacher noted that Egyptians had their minds “in chains” from their earliest school years. “Where is the space I need,” Abd al-Rahman asked, pointing to his own chest, “to make a new thing?”

In religious teachings, the word liberation is often used to emphasize the process of becoming free, a process that is ongoing and compelled by an “overspill” of longing. In Judeo Christianity, liberation has been described by theologian Letty Russell as the “journey with others, for others toward God’s future,” or toward that holy horizon of justice and peace for all. In India’s major religions, the Sanskrit word mukti, meaning “release” or “letting go,”refers to the liberation of the soul, a process requiring many lifetimes of training and discipline and practice.

“There is no external means of taking freedom by the throat,” Rabindranath Tagore wrote. “Bondage in all its forms has its stronghold in the inner self and not in the outside world; it is in the dimming of our consciousness, in the narrowing of our perspective, in the wrong valuation of things.” The liberated soul, he said, lightened and enlightened, is freed from “the isolation of self, from the isolation of things.”

This is not to deny the crime and iniquity of tyrannies in the outside world. But it points to the inner bondage upon which oppression of all kinds depends. Here, in the “land of the free,” it also invites us to consider how the isolation of bondage can occur in our overattachment to individuality and independence. What liberating joy might we discover if we could let go of the illusion of separate destinies, if we acknowledged how interconnected we all are?

Terry Tempest Williams has speculated wishfully that one day we might write a “Declaration of Interdependence that will be read and honored alongside the Declaration of Independence: proof of our evolution, revolution of our own growth and understanding.”

Recalling that spring day when we released the bird outside our house, I remember the way my heart opened like a mirror image of the sky above – wide, endless and full of light – as the bird’s wings unfolded. Surely freedom must be shared if it is to be known at all.

The poet Li-Young Lee writes,

The first sky
is inside you, friend, open

at either end of day.
The work of wings

was always freedom, fastening
one heart to every falling thing.

To what is your heart fastened, and how are the wings of your deeds and words working to lift it up?

Adapted from a reflection by Karen Hering first printed in CommUNITY, April 2011.

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