I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.
I regret my lack of options. I regret being painted into a corner and having that be the only instrument to get me from point A to point B.
To be immobile is to be in chains.
I'm secretly very stuffy.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
Horses are creatures who worship the earth as they gallop on feet of ivory. Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth, the horses still run, they are free.
I had no choice in the decision to make myself available. I was not always doing things I wanted to do.
One has to always ask the question: Where can one be most effective in helping shape policies? It is always difficult when you're inside because you're very constrained.
I felt caged by my childhood.
You sittin' here chained to your rockin' chair.
I am constrained every moment to acknowledge a higher origin for events than the will I call mine.
My friend Phil has a theory that the Lord, having made teenagers, felt constrained to make amends and so created the golden retriever.
