I like to think of myself as a modern incarnation of the mythical creature, the Phoenix. The reason is quite simple, really. The whole premise of the Phoenix is a magical bird with vibrant fiery feathers that lives many lifetimes. Each life-cycle lasts 500 to 1000 years. At the end of each life, it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites. Both the nest and the bird burn fiercely until nothing remains but ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg is formed, reborn… to live again.
If you were to look back at my life, through all the years and see the tragedies & missteps, all the times my personal world has imploded and gone up in flames; I have managed to survive… and live again.
The following writings are my best way to express my daily struggles, tragedies, and triumphs; wanderings of my mind and concerns of my heart.