The courage lives in willingness . It shines brightly in the vulnerability where it is born and in the continuous resurrection of hope . We go traveling within ourselves upon the insistence of courage . The discoveries of wisdom and inspiration are in a treasure chest that we possess . The knowingness is always there though it shifts location under layers of ego and fear . It is always there . It belongs to us always .
I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it . This is not to say that there isn’t great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly is . There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .
It may be a difficult road to feel things so deeply , but also a magnificent one .
There is an inexplicable sorrow that visits the heart at times . In a moment it appears like going around bend in the road and ….. suddenly beholding the sight of a mountain seeming larger than life . It appears and can be manipulated away if we choose .
What if we open the door and walk right into it ? Perhaps it is the past . The moments that we let slide by without giving recognition to their beauty or pain .
Wherever they came from embrace them . Embrace them and breathe them in so as to experience the sweet release of freedom . Now live and breathe out while feeling the arrival of luscious laughter and joy . Joy needing no reason for being . It simply is there for you .