The phoenix--a brilliant bird in red gold feathers . A bird that lives its long life, then dives into the flames and rises again from the ashes of its own death.

The phoenix has always been a very symbolic myth for my own life. I feel as if I have lived 100 years in a short span of time and have recreated myself again and again from the ashes of my previous life. Sometimes I feel like I am diving to the fire--as if those hot flames are drawing me in to flash me to ashes and recreate myself. Other times, I feel as if I am rising triumphant, already metamorphed from the aged and ragged to the new, re-born.

I love the image of an enormous red-gold bird, flying over the world, free. I like the image of rebirth from ashes, renewal. The phoenix is my image for the adventure that is my life.



If any of you are interested in reading the more sanitized journal--one that chronicles my RVing journey for family and friends, its at www.journeyofthephoenix.blogspot.com.
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  I am starting reading The Artists Way. I love it so far. See how well I do at doing morning pages…(a familiar phrase to a lot of writer/journalers--the author has a famous ‘trick’ of having you get up first thing and write 3 pages longhand, unedited. It’s a type of mediation that short-circuits the inner critic and leads to breakthroughs in creativity.)

I made my first wire-wrap bracelets today with wire links. The two I did came out so nice—I’m really happy with them. I’ve been focusing on writing (or trying to) and hadn’t gotten out my jewelry making gear since arriving in Yuma. I love making jewelry!
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