What's in a
The Phoenix is
a symbol of transformation for many cultures - transformation from
within, transformation at a profound level, which flows through
to all areas of life. My favourite Phoenix story is "The
Phoenix Bird" written
in 1872 by Hans Christian Anderson:
the Garden of Paradise, beneath the Tree of Knowledge, bloomed a
rose bush. Here, in the first rose, a bird was born. His flight
was like the flashing of light, his plumage was beauteous, and his
song ravishing. But when Eve plucked the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge
of Good and Evil, when she and Adam were driven from Paradise, there
fell from the flaming sword of the cherub a spark into the nest
of the bird, which blazed up forthwith. The bird perished in the
flames; but from the red egg in the nest, there flutterered aloft
a new one - the one solitary Phoenix bird. The fable tells that
he dwells in Arabia, and that every hundred years, he burns himself
to death in his nest; but each time a new Phoenix, the only one
inthe world, rises up from the red egg."
of Flowers, Queen of Scents - The Heart of Phoenix
loved flowers on the alter. Roses especially reminded her of who
she was and of what she must become. They were so tight in the beginning,
and then slowly, imperceptibly they opened up and surrendered themselves
to whatever lay about them. Even in dying they dropped their petals
gracefully; and if you listened quietly enough, you could hear the
silence of their falling. All that was left was the centre, naked
and free of all the pampering satin petals it held so closely at
the start. And the centre held in perfect poverty."
"A Light in the Garden" by Murray Bodo - The story of
St Clare of Assisi
is a place for the Soul.
A place to let down the barriers between the mind and the spirit,
to allow a crossing of thoughts emotions feelings memories, to learn
what lies between them, what binds them.
This is my place.
In sharing it, I open myself to my Self.
Much of what is written here has bypassed my thinking mind - it
comes from a deeper space within me - mostly I do not know what
will come out as I type.
The words herein are often as new to me as writer as they are to
you as reader.
Perhaps some of what I have written is for you, not me.
Perhaps you will recognise those words and be glad of them.