One of the most magnificent creatures in stories and tales of ancient mythology is the Phoenix,
With striking feathers in hues of rich red and gold.
A firebird so rare it's told there exists only one at a time.
Legend says that when the Phoenix sings to the sky,
The sun itself stops moving and listens in wonder to her melody.
But the reason this bird is so magnificent is because once the end of her life nears,
She sets herself on fire.
To many,
Fire represents destruction,
But to the Phoenix it represents life.
It represents a new beginning.
And out of the ashes,
A new life is born.
When it feels like your heart is riding on fumes,
Leaving nothing but trails of smoke and ash in your wake.
Remember the Phoenix,
Never questioning that the fire she is forged from carries hope and possibilities.
Never questioning that after the fire,
There is life.
To live and love wholeheartedly means to embrace and withstand many endings and many beginnings.
Is there comfort in knowing that the debris left from your fire is not the end of your story?
In fact,
It's only just the beginning.
