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MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED



MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED


Brene Brown, Researcher Storyteller www.brenebrown.com


I attended my book club on Friday night for one of the most awe inspiring discussions I have ever had. While we shared our information, about Miriam Toewes book, Women Talking, I learned that the words, LOVE, ANGER were sculpted into the front and back covers of the book I was holding. The Mennonite women did not read, there were pictographs of the choices which the women were voting on. They had democracy. They were willing to focus and make change for themselves, to go out where the world was unknown.


Similarly, I have been in a long journey that started much earlier than I knew. I was speeding up the Big Island highway from Na'alehu to Kamuela, one day in January, 2003, and was stopped by a police officer for a speeding ticket. That may have saved my life. I was driving just as fast as I could.


Our stories are our own, and the truth is the only thing that cannot be hurt. I say this because when I tried to go along, it failed. There was no truth for me, there was no truth for my kids, there were no true friends, utter and absolute failure. And I was not born for that. I was born to create, to speak, and for this reason I have been often, not part of the traditional family, or traditional world.


This has been a blessing, this has been terrifying. I am so glad to find that many are on this journey, and that the dreams that I have are coming. In fact, I said, NO, to a dream just last night, inspired by the 8 year old neighbor in Waimea. She showed me that there was nothing other than a look necessary in saying no. For the ferocity of our boys and girls, who will have this planet as their own, who do have to be fierce, I am sharing Brene Brown's writing here. My friend Judith brought this to the book club and I will be ever grateful. K. Winsa


MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED


There is no greater threat to the critics

and cynics and fearmongers

than those of us who are willing to fall

because we have learned how to rise.


With skinned knees and bruised hearts;

we choose owning our stories of struggle,

over hiding, over hustling, over pretending.


When we deny our stories, they define us.

When we run from struggle, we are never free.

So we turn toward truth and look it in the eye.


We will not be characters in our stories.

Not villains, not victims, not even heroes.


We are the authors of our lives.

We write our own daring endings.


We craft love from heartbreak,

compassion from shame,

grace from disappointment,

courage from failure.


Showing up is our power.

Story is our way home. Truth is our song.

We are the brave and brokenhearted.

We are rising strong.


2017 Brene Brown, LLC


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