For audacious Jenny

A good friend of mine recently passed away, and she was audacious. This post, is for my friend, Jenny. 

"Audacity" has my attention these days.

I think often about what it means to live audaciously and I try to find environments (friends, situations, work) that live fearlessly in audacity.

But it was only recently this year that I realized that "audacity" came to me in my younger years in the form of a tree. 

When I was a kid in Bahrain, we would often visit the Tree of Life  for school field trips. A single tree in the middle of the dessert, that stands all alone for the past 400 years, in barren land. No idea what powers this tree and how it manages to thrive, but there she stands, tall, wide and gorgeously green. Does she source water from the sands, or do her roots go deep into the core of the Earth? No one will ever know, I guess. She's got no tree pals around, and there she stands in the middle of nothing and nowhere, unapologetic and illogical. 

The Tree of Life in Bahrain is my definition for AUDACITY. And to live with audacity is what I'm exploring these days. Sometimes with my relationships, and always with my dreams.  

And so the question of the week is: what becomes clear when you let the audacity in?