I'm writing this with a weary mind, exhausted body and full heart from Phoenix, AZ. The Valley of the Sun. People were complaining and apologizing yesterday about the heat. It was 97. I was feeing fine. The cold hurts me although the snow is so beautiful my body seems to just lock up when Winter sets in and not thaw till - oh, about 85. Truth. 97? I finally stopped shaking like a little alleycat in a December rain.
This morning I had the absolute privilege of speaking at a community breakfast for the Phoenix Rescue Mission. Thank you to all my new BFF's for rolling right along with me on a storytelling roll. And to the Rescue Mission for being such beautiful hosts. And - to you Michelle for sharing your incredible story you brave, sweet soul you.
Which brings me to being in Phoenix. I write this as my website has crashed but there are promises that it will be back up again. Of course all of it could have been lost or erased the guy tells me. I think about it for a second and just sigh. If it has - I tell him - then I will begin to rebuild it. Simple as that.
When I was in elementary school our teacher sat at the head of the class and read the book David and the Phoenix to us. I was captivated. A talking bird. An old, talking bird. Who chooses to walk into a fire to be reborn. Michelle's story this morning of graduating from the program and her life being turned around was a story of renewal and rebirth.
Sometimes what we need is a brand. new. day. A brand new life.
I hope wherever you are that you are stepping out of the fire, emerging from the ashes, and getting ready to unfold your wings. To soar. I feel a new wind coming. And, It's going to be good.
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