Tuesday, April 16, 2013

The Phoenix
Why I connect with it

I have this "thing" about images of the phoenix.  I think of it as my symbol,  mostly because
I've survived a lot the last 6 or 7 years, but especially because I made it through our house
fire in February of 2008 and the horrific demise of our youngest daughter, Kira, by her evil
spouse on June 27, 2007.   Both of these moments are frozen into my consciousness, and it's
true, I sometimes perseverate, but I can never, ever forget.  I can move on, out from under 
the ashes, like the phoenix.  I feel good about that, no matter what else happens or has
 happened.  Here are a few of my pages with the Phoenix.

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