She Surrenders.
She stands tall. Naked and vulnerable. Open to the elements and unforgivably strong to the wind. She bares her imperfections. She realizes now they make up her soul. It wasn't always this way. This knowledge. This trust and faith she has year after year. She remembers the first time she was stripped down. To the bare branches. It was cold and she felt vulnerable and open. Open to criticism of
Being Brave.
Sometimes its the most simple of actions. A decision in the moment. One that takes weeks. It's a personal and deeply moving action, being brave. The definition states, "possessing or exhibiting courage or courageous endurance." I believe its personal for each of us. We each have our own brave. Women, mainly, and mothers in particular, face bravery every day. Choices that may seem small at the time lead