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Courage comes big and small.

Trying-new-things courage.

Out-of-our-comfort-zone courage.

Expressing-our-heart courage.

Sharing-something-we’d-rather-just-let-slide courage.

Standing-out-when-we’d-rather-be-invisible courage.

All are part of every day life.

Sometimes we see ‘brave’ coming.  We know there’s a situation that will be challenging for us, or a conversation that will make us uncomfortable, or a new experience calling our name.  We see these things on the horizon – and, we screw up our courage and commit an ‘everyday act of bravery’ by accepting the challenge, or we defer to another day, sometimes missing a wonderful opportunity!

But, there are also the unexpected moments of everyday bravery that come up, tapping us on the shoulder.  Asking something of us in the moment.

Like photographing this exposed-brick wall.  One small act of courage required.

To take the photo, I had to step up and onto a platform. I felt like I was practically getting on a stage!!  People on the side-walk streaming by were bound to notice, or so I thought.  And, I just didn’t want to be seen.  I was a little bit tired.  In a hurry.  And, feeling kind of vulnerable, wanting to take a photo of a brick wall, and all.  (Who does that?  Photograph walls. I do! And, I know other photographers who do, too.  But, I was not feeling the chutzpah I needed to put myself out there and take the darn photo!)

How silly!

I mean, how silly that I felt this way.  “Just take the shot.  Please, take the shot.  And, then, just keep moving’.  So, went some of the ‘inside voice’ dialogue.

So, I did.  I took the shot. A small act of courage.  And, of course, someone noticed me.  I smiled and made a comment, and then…kept moving.

When I think of the really brave things people do in their lives…I just feel completely ridiculous for feeling the way I do…let alone talking about it, here!  But, truth is, there’s something about being seen when feeling vulnerable that just makes me want to shrink.

When it comes to bravery, there are some mighty big things happening in the world that require big acts of courage. Far bigger than what I’m talking about here.  I think of war-zones, and mama’s with children who are sick.  Much. Bigger. Things.  But, I know, there is also what I call the ‘everyday-kind-of-brave’…the moments in our day-to-day lives that call us out, that invite us to cross some line that’s been drawn inside our selves, to live bigger, even if it’s in some small way.

Everyday-brave.

Now, as far as the photo is concerned.  It’s no barn-burner.  But, I love the brick of it!  Etched and textured.  Rough and worn.  The warm oranges and silver-greys.  And, those dashes of white.

I don’t know what I’ll do with this shot..but it inspired me at the time.  And, I’ve learned to go with what grabs my eye…something always comes of it!

Like, maybe, reminding me of ‘brave’.

Everyday-brave.

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