When we feel the sting of failure, loss, or grief it is hard to imagine coming back to ourselves. This poem reminds us of the Phoenix – reborn from the ash.
The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is there’s no ground. — Chögyam Trungpa This seems like an appropriate way to begin… We, our family, our country, our global society seems to be in a constant freaked out free fall. With seemingly good …