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Phoenix

I started keeping an online journal on April 8th, 2002.  15 years ago.  And I blogged continuously and prolifically for about 10 years.  About five years ago my life went through a massive shift.  Some horrible things happened, and some wonderful things happened.  And now, who I am and where I am today are very very different than they were five years ago, and almost not even recognizable to the place and time I inhabited 15 years ago.

After about a year of blogging, someone made a comment on one of my posts that shocked me and touched me and the words have never been forgotten.

... it suddenly feels very important to get all of this out-to make sure that these words I write now are recorded, are saved here in your journal as a means of reminding someone-myself, you, another random stranger who comes through and reads them day/weeks/months/years from now-that there ARE those of us out here who, even if we can't dwell in that state, we can recognize when we see it, and decry the idea that anyone-person, organization, government-can try and devalue that, take it away from us, make it lesser or weaker somehow through petty words and shallow gestures. 

So please remember that, for all of us standing on the shore gazing up into the sky, you are like Icarus to us, soaring on wings of feathers and wax, flying up near the sun-only your wax does not melt, you do not fall into the sea. You soar, and we mere mortals take comfort and hope from your flight. 

Don't ever stop flying.

What a wonderful poetic compliment.  I don't dare say I'm Icarus but I have always been enamoured with The Phoenix and I must consciously remember that rebirth and regeneration are the natural order of my life.



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