Braver/Wiser: A Weekly Message of Courage and Compassion

Braver/Wiser Archive

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  • In a kitchen, a mother with an iPod and headphones dances and sings while her teenage daughter also dances.
    Spirit of Life, remind me to release that which no longer serves me so that I may be present to joy.
    by Katie Romano Griffin |
  • Against a black background, a white egg rests on its side. A second egg, standing on its end, has had its top removed and green sprout grows out of the egg.
    I am no longer a victim of change: I am shaping the world that is to come.
    by Martha Durkee-Neuman |
  • A scattering of hardware--nuts, bolts, screws, and washers--on a surface, and some of them clustering around a large circular magnet.
    May we be with one another in solidarity and struggle.
    by Tuli Patel |
  • A black-and-white photo, taken from above, of the photographer's legs outstreched over water, and his young son nestled on top of his legs.
    Sometimes love is simply letting someone else like what they like.
    by Nathan Ryan |
  • In a grocery store, a person wearing a mask looks off-camera while two other masked shoppers shop behind them
    May I have the wisdom to be curious when I find myself grumbling about “them.”
    by Erika A. Hewitt |
  • Outdoors, and seen from behind, a person with short gray hair wears a colorful hat with tulle and pink flowers.
    A triumph of love over death is the core of the Easter message.
    by Rachel Lonberg |
  • A sharp, gleaming fish hook lies on the edge of a boat, with a body of water visible in the background.
    Spirit of Life and Love, help me to notice when I am hooked.
    by Shari Woodbury |
  • At the edge of the woods, with bare trees, the back of someone's head as they hold binoculars up to their face.
    Maybe hope is fleeting. It leaves and returns again; there’s beauty in its impermanence.
    by Jessica Clay |
  • On a bed of rocks, an empty pink snail shell has a small hole. Purple flowers rest nearby.
    My broken is what makes me who I am today.
    by Paula Gribble |
  • A woman slighty bows her head as a priest's hand moves away, having just left a cross of ashes on her forehead.
    Impermanence, mortality, ashes, dust: this is the truth of being human.
    by Lora Brandis |