We rise, my friend, oh, we rise. From the ashes, the dust, the soot, the muck, the ache, the pain, the REAL of our lives. We honor every bit of our becoming, the sacred-between, the heartscream and the heartsing. And we rise. Our FEAR becomes our FIERCE. We are masters of reinvention. We are tough and tender, raw and real, grit and grace.
We are phoenix.
I'm on fire with joy and peace. I'm on fire with the fiercest, clearest, purest burning of my life. My heart is drum-drum-drumming. Will you burn with me, my friend?
I've promised I will always be real with you, and you are safe (and encouraged) to be real with me. So I will be revealing this becoming . . . AS it happens. Because every aching, singing moment matters. It's all beauty. It's all real.
It's all The Phoenix Soul.