Friday, February 02, 2018

brave //

Once upon a time, there was a girl who carried a spark to a cave. She tended to the spark, and did not let it go out. Through the wind, the rain, and the snow, she cared for it, and she did not let it go out. She tramped through the white snow, grey in the night. She stumbled in the cold wind. She carried wood to the cave, and she cared for the spark.

This is brave.

I don’t mean the girl, or the spark, or the cave, or the snow. I don't mean the way the girl feels when she cares for the spark, in the cave, in the snow - I mean this story. This story is about the girl, the girl does brave.

Brave is not the girl, or the spark, or the cave, or the snow.

Brave is not the way the girl feels when she cares for the spark, in the cave, in the snow.

Brave is the thing that she does, caring for the spark, in the cave, in the snow.

xx