Bevrijdingsdag

“I am free!” You say.
But how sweet is your freedom if others are not free? 
With liberty, 
with freedom, comes responsibility. 
And one of those responsibilities is to not condone the lack of freedom of another.
Speak up against injustice.
Start with what you have. Your so called freedom, your voice.
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Liberation Day Netherlands or Bevrijdingsdag (as we call it) is celebrated each year on May the 5th to mark the end of the occupation by Nazi Germany during World War II. In 1990 the day was declared a national holiday when liberation would be remembered and celebrated every year. Souce: wikepedia

The art work above were displayed at the Bevrijdingsfestival (freedom festival in Westerpark Amsterdam). They remind us to never take whatever freedom we have for granted. With freedom comes responsibly. We fight to hold on to it, battling everything we perceive as a threat to our ‘freedom’. Sometimes, standing still for just a moment to enjoy it. But while we bask in our so called freedom, we mustn’t forget that  there are others that aren’t free.

 

 

“..to sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring- it was peace.”

what depths of peace…

“Hier zijn wij veilig… here we are safe.”

Is silence the language of lovers?

“Is silence the language of lovers?
If not, why then, with you,
does restlessness fade and
peace of mind take over?”

 

..and if I start to worry, give me peace of mind instead.
~ leaf liang

 

I might be driven to sell your love for peace…

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace…” 

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems