phoenix

The phoenix is a mythical bird with a colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet It has a 500 to 1,000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of myrhh twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again.

The new phoenix is destined to live as long as its old self. The bird was also said to regenerate when hurt or wounded by a foe, thus being almost immortal and invincible — it is also said that it can heal a person with a tear from its eyes and make them temporarily immune to death.

as i walked through reynoldstown, cabbagetown and inman park today i was energized by the regrowth and renewal there. the homes being turned inside out and reborn in bright life and color and excitement. the people, so friendly and eager to make connections and lend a helping hand. the trust and the diversity. the old and the new juxtaposed and yet somehow complementary.

phoenix.

i walked through the inman park festival today. a festival of artists and crafters and dreamers. we fit in. (i as the dreamer, of course.) it occurred to me that my favorite art is often the work created from the found materials.. the discarded...the recycled... the reborn.

phoenix.

i was anxious tonight at dinner. my mind was at home swimming in work that needed to be completed, my body was at a restaurant miles and hours from there. i looked across the table at todd and he was laughing. genuine, hearty laughter as he composed a silly scenario with pam. i chose to show up then. and my night was reborn. the work is now complete. the anxiety dissipated. the sunset burned in my memory. the boys asleep. haley is on her way over.

phoenix.

d: a productive monday.
b: i found the cut-est apron and can't wait to wear it.
g: the new phoenix is destined to live at least as long as the old.