Take my love, take my land – Take me where I cannot stand
I don’t care, I’m still free – You can’t take the sky from me.
Take me out to the black – Tell them I ain’t comin’ back
Burn the land and boil the sea – You can’t take the sky from me
Firefly Series – Joss Whedon
Firefly was a science fiction television series that premiered in the United States and Canada on September 20, 2002. Its naturalistic future setting, modeled after traditional Western movie motifs, presents an atypical science fiction backdrop for the narrative. It was conceived by writer and director Joss Whedon, creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel.
Feeling a little nostalgic today. The cancellation of this series ticked me off more than any other prematurely cancelled show ever. The thing I loved the most was the opening song. It spoke to my heart. To me it says that no matter what anyone takes from me I’m still free – if I choose to believe it and I do.
Looking back in my life, every time I felt like I was locked in a cage or thrown to the bottom of a well it was a prison of my own making. Well except for the time that I ended up actually in prison, behind bars for the longest 12 days of my life. That was a clerical mistake by a certain police force that shall remain nameless for now. When they figured out their mistake they booted me out the door without so much as a “Gee, we are terribly sorry to have put you through such a horrifying experience” or even cab fare to get home.
In a way it was a blessing in disguise for the young 18 year old girl that I was at that time. I know what it’s like to be in a real prison and there is nothing on God’s green earth that is worth going back there. But it also taught me that all other cages are self-created.
I think that guilt and fear are the main biggies in the cage business. That old saying “Well you’ve made your made your bed, now you have to sleep in it” is evil, evil, evil. Sez who?? Oh no, I do not have to sleep in that nasty bed if I don’t want to! If I don’t like the metaphorical bed, I can sleep on the couch, or drag the bed out in the back yard, set fire to it and dance around it in the nude, chanting and drinking drinks with little umbrellas in them.
If I’m tired of staying home every day? Well get the hell out of the house. I have to do it myself, no one is going to drag me kicking and screaming out of the door. If I don’t have a car I have the 2 feet that the cosmos so generously provided. No money? Walking around the neighborhood doesn’t cost a cent.
Having a rough patch in a marriage? I can’t change my spouse, but I can change myself, my attitude. When I’m having a bad day with the Hubman I have the option to look past whatever it is that is making me crazy at the moment and try to look into his soul. He does have one even though there are times that I would swear on a stack of bibles that he threw it out with the bulk trash by accident. What did I love about him? Is it still in there somewhere? Unless he is possessed by demons it probably still is.
Gasp; is there something that I’m doing that is causing him to hide it? Are there things that are going on in his life that have nothing to do with me that are making him crazy and nasty tempered? Having a tantrum and screaming at him like banshee from hell is not going to make things better. Those are the days that I have to suck it up and put on my big girl panties and handle it like a grown woman, a sane and compassionate woman.
The ability to take any situation no matter how annoying or horrific and turn it into a good day and even laugh about it? Now that’s freedom!