Growing up in Phoenix, I never gave too much thought about the mythology associated with our city.
The other day I saw a picture of the Phoenix bird and became struck by the symbolism. The story is that this great bird lives a happy and strong life, and when it is time for death, he sets himself aflame, and then arises from the ashes.
I believe this myth is real – that new life does emerge from death. I’ve personally experienced this many times, including recently -not fun, but necessary for us spiritual warriors, or perhaps crazy fools:) The secret to inviting this powerful myth into our own lives is to be willing to let go of attachments when we are being guided to do so.
When we courageously let go, life can burn off the part of us that needs to die so that the essence of who we are can be born anew.
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