Sometimes, brave looks loud. It’s big, it’s obvious, it shows up unexpectedly but with much fanfare. Brave is a lion — brave can roar, brave can growl and brave can pounce. Brave causes commotion, creates an uproar. Braves sees what is wrong and actively, aggressively fights to right it. Brave is loud, shout-it-from-the-rooftops love. Brave drives forward and musters its might and is loud, loud, loud.
Sometimes, brave looks quiet. Sometimes, brave is strength in the weakness and light in the darkness. Sometimes, brave is a cheetah, swift without a sound. Brave is hanging on by a thread but still hanging on. Brave tiptoes forward with a quiet, undettered focus. Brave is behind-the-scenes, steadfast love. Brave sometimes is a deep breath and a swiping away of tears. Brave sometimes moves past noise and is strong in its poised silence.
Brave is where our inner roar meets our inner silence. Brave is when our strong meets our meek. Brave is where our muscles meet our bones. Brave is when our inner lion meets our inner cheetah.
Oh and hey . . . I’m really excited about Monday and you should be too. Make sure to come back for blog post #100!
Photo credits: both through Creative Commons.
– Lions at Lincoln Park Zoo. 1900. Part of the Illinois Urban Landscapes Project: www.fieldmuseum.org/urbanlandscapes/
– Hunting Mode. Cheetah / Gepard (Acinonyx jubatus). Sweetwaters game reserve/Ol Pejeta Conservancy, Kenya, Africa. http://www.flickr.com/photos/anymotion/