The Way to Freedom

From the Victorian Romantic Tarot, the Sun:

A woman rides on a white horse, without bothering to use the reins, in a wild area with blooms all around.  She holds a branch over her head bent in the shape of an arch, implying she has made a transition of some kind.  She has found happiness through freedom; she realizes she doesn't need to control people or situations (no reins), and she understands that most of what she thought were restraints and obstacles were only created by her imagination.  Now that is true liberation.

From the Flowers' Messages comes "White Rose - Pure Love:"

Last night I was returning home from a Yoga Nidra session (feeling very serene), when I discovered one of the coaches from the ballpark next door had parked his truck diagonally in the alley.  I narrowly missed hitting the truck as I carefully made my way past to get to my driveway.  Of course as I went by, I let out a string of curse words and laid on my horn.  All that serenity went right out the window.  There are so many people I can choose to hate or be angry with.  It seems easier to hold a resentment than to allow people to be who they are, but for every person I carry a revenge-seeking hatred for, I might as well have an iron ball and chain around my ankles.  I know I can't do anything about those flashes of anger I have - that's just part of being human - but I can choose whether I want to be burdened with a resentment.