Sometimes out of catastrophe and devastation, the most wondrous things can come. Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, new beginnings can be greater than the past.
Last night I had a suppressed memory surface in the midst of something amazing. I am processing, albeit slowly, the implications of the ordeal. I feel wrung out, emotional, yet oddly empowered. I am a new Phoenix about to take wing. Renewed, refreshed and ready for the future. An unknown weight has been lifted from my shoulders and though I know that I will need time to deal with all the implications and emotional turmoil, I have no fear.
I am in the midst of a renovation in my physical world as well. A simple project has become a nightmare, as home improvement projects are ridiculously wont to do. A few small hours of my time has become a race to complete before I must reveal that my idea was larger than my time allowance. The end results will be worth the effort but my opinion is not the only one. I hope that my task is looked upon as the smouldering ashes of the Phoenix-dying and have it be thought that the ending will be the flight of the Phoenix-to-come.
What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight.
Back to the fight ~ peace.