Some of our most memorable moments are captured when we get the privilege of experiencing unfiltered beauty. We stand mesmerized at the stunning rawness. We breathe it in with wonder and question if it’s been sculpted and eroded by the elements or if this is the unedited version. The terrain exists on display in its unencumbered shape. It images its creator. It captivates us and draws us to adventure.

Our organic core beckons us. It aches to be affirmed in its authentic radiant presence. In the authentic lives unaltered truth. The journey there is often laced with fear. Detours are common. When unsure, we surrender to guides who direct us to the easy effortless routes. We pick up protective coverings for the trek to avoid the obstacles and elevation gains. Sometimes we reach the plateau and just stay rested there. We stop tackling the difficult course and we gather with others who want the scripted way of comfort and routine. We deny the friction, the exertion, and strife. We tuck away and shelter. We fear being seen, heard, and discovered. Judgement becomes our constant adversary. We acquiesce our identity and we isolate. This becomes our remodeled persona.

Every once in awhile, when the volume of the world is hushed, we hear a whisper from the depths calling us to “brave authenticity.” And the journey begins….