Welcome to “The Quill of the Phoenix”. Why the name? Well it’s a long story but it will suffice to say that I’ve had more than my fair share of knock me downs from life. I won’t bore you with the details, but the fact is that every time I reached rock bottom, I would bounce back, determined not to be defeated.
Once a friend asked me, “What is it that makes you bounce back when everything you’ve worked for is destroyed, and that too not once, but several times. And you always bounce back with the same enthusiasm and joy of life.”
I laughed and told her, “I must have been a phoenix in some past life. That’s why I can rise from the ashes reborn and full of life.”
Though I had answered her flippantly, the image of me as a phoenix appealed.
According to Wikipedia, the phoenix is a mythical bird that is a fire spirit with a colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or purple, blue, and green according to some legends). It has a 500 to 1000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again. It is also said that the tears of the phoenix are supposed to have healing powers.
The idea of being a phoenix appeals to me first because of its ability to resurrect itself and second because if uses its tears, (read pain, failure, experience) to heal others. And no matter what happens, I know that I will always use my disappointments and failures to my advantage; use the fire and ashes to be reborn in wisdom and understanding and love and use my tears to heal the pain of others.