She ran barefoot into the woods, budding twigs slicing her arms as she raced with a grimaced face while she braced herself against brush. She ducked and weaved between the wooded columns with a childhood anamnesis, adrenaline pumping through her chest and into her reddened face.
Suddenly, a clearing in the wood, an open area with golden sunlight pouring through and cottonwood seeds floating in the air like a summer snow. Her sprint slows to a jog as she makes her way to the center of the clearing. Her breathing is heavy as she takes a winded stand, hands on her knees, eyes piercing forward.
Certainly, there is something to be said about people who have courage: those who stay strong in the face of grief. They hold their own face tenderly in their hands and gently kiss their own forehead when things are royally fucked. It's a mental state of bravery and endurance.
To have the courage to make the move across the United States on your own. To reject that job offer with pride in your personal value, the starving artist that just wont quit until she gets what she knows will fulfill her aching soul. To watch your wife die and to have to keep strong for your children. To watch your husband leave you and your children for another woman. To walk into the first day of class all by yourself. To stand and face our enemies in our most vulnerable state.
All these experiences to say... A glorious rebirth into someone more wise and enduring: a beautiful warrior derived from metamorphosis.
It is interesting to note that metamorphosis is a reference termed for insects and amphibians when all living beings go through a physical metamorphosis: that is, the nature of one person to a completely different one. A human adult can never be a baby ever again. Metamorphosis is an inherent part of our biological destiny, as well as our spiritual one. And while there are different perspectives that nurture an individuals growth, with respect and honor, I validate that any person of any creed or color or experience is a Lionheart.