The phoenix must be burned before it can begin again. It must erupt into flame, dissolve into ash, pool upon the ground and brave the winds that scatter, before it can find its wings once more. We too, must endure the burning to become what we were meant to be, before we can fly again.
We have been grounded, a year and more, anchored to earth, caged. I know this, you as well. We were not made to sit so still, not made to forget the sky above our heads, not meant to stick tight to one spot and abandon the rest, but we are here and we have been here and we’ll be here longer. What we cannot lose sight of, is that we’ve been burned before, we’ve been still before, we’ve been the ash that sits and waits to transform back to flying bird. We cannot lose sight that we are made for flight, and we’ll fly once more, after these flames have come, after these tests and tribulations.
I smell smoke on the horizon, and smoke comes only when flames die down. Perhaps our wings are already beating within the glow, building the heat but consuming what’s left of the fuel.
Are you ready to fly once more?
I know I'll emerge,
rise like phoenix from this ash,
I will fly again.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
Song of the Day
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This time feels like we're at the airport doesn't it? We've been through quite a time and more's to come. And yet, here we are. There is a horizon, there is a rainbow, there are still signs of life.