One of my favorite legends is that of the Phoenix , the mythical bird that dies in flames and then rises again from the ashes.
I've been giving some thought recently to issues related to renewal, rebirth, new beginnings.
I've got a whole lot of changes going on in my world right now. Changing houses. Changing jobs. Changing the congregation where I worship. And those are just the EXTERNAL transitions. Lots of work going on inside as well.
I'm about to take on some new challenges that are all about being a catalyst for positive change. So I've been doing some exploring to come to terms with areas of my own life where I have made some major transitions.
I thought that was reason enough to resurrect this old blog I gave up a while ago. Time to rise up out of the ashes and redefine LyndaB.
I found this poem about new beginnings... it seemed a worthy way to begin again.
2 comments:
Lynda,
Thanks for the link to my poem! You are incredible. Good luck on your new beginning, too.
Thanks,
Amy
But damn! The word crone is so evocative of things I don't want to be, yet the real old women, my mother being one, are not like what the words hints at. We need another word, but until we have one . . .
I like your view on the next phase. I think we slide into it more easily that we expect. Suddenly we are across a line and it's good, real good. Great even.
I like your perspective. You make me think.
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