(Seeker of the Brave, archival prints available here!!)
"All paths lead to the same goal:to convey to others how we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song-but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in our common destiny." -Pablo Neruda
I can't help but notice how we are all connected in the most intricate of ways. How there is a sacred thread that runs through the common experiences of our humanity. How we can't necessarily tell just by looking at someone what kind of anguish and loss...joy and sorrow they may have faced...that they may still be immersed in. Our lives are full of difficulties and trying. Yet... we can still feel the fullness of our abundance and the wonder of our lives. As I get older I realise that I am not going to be here forever. Each day holds a magic and a promise that I live on purpose, seek my truth and hold on to my bravery.
We try to do "our clumsy dance"...and ... in that awkwardness and frailty lie the very essence of our beauty. In our tender, vulnerable pieces...lies our strength and the source of our courage. When we wake up each morning and love,work, create, sing, cry, paint, write, reach out. When we try our best even though we are...
scared
tired
worn down
hurting
hopeless
ragged
lost
broken
we are seeking the brave in ourSELVES. And it's there...
rising to meet us.