It’s my new tagline.

Raw. Brave. Beautiful.

Three words rattled off my keyboard whilst swept up in the energy of a new idea. That was yesterday. Today I’m a little less certain of myself, the buzz gone to leave me thinking more clearly- more directionally. Today I woke up wondering if I should change it. They sound so self-assured. Important and centered in forward motion. That’s not me, is it?

Then I laid there a little longer and let the thoughts build in me. I wavered back and forth, no real will behind either action or acceptance.

What would it mean if I changed it? Sure, no one’s seen it yet. It doesn’t ‘really’ matter but ‘I’ care. I’ll know. Does it make me less somehow if I feel unworthy of those words?

On the other hand, what if I left them. I wrote them. Words I love as they rush off my taste buds and into the atmosphere. Words I feel empassioned to feel.

So I asked myself what they meant to me and, in a snippet, this is what came my neurons tossed back:

Raw. Organic, pure, full of natural energy. Crackling like thunder and trickling like a mountain stream. The very green that covers the hills in Spring and the whitest white that blinds me in the Winter time. Color. Pure unadulterated color. Tribal voices lifting high and ripping violins under the moon on the cliff of a roaring sea.

Brave. Frightenly still and silent. Standing against the plot. Honest laughter, tears and anger.

Beautiful. An unrestricted wingspan. Words upon a page and ink beneath my fingers. Breathing music and dancing poetry. Smilies. Crinkled paper made tea yellow-brown with age. Fire embracing the cold dark night with tentaive fingertips.

Do I have anything to do with these words? Eh, sometimes. Perhaps more often than I know.

I guess I’m just going to have to write and find out.