ginorgym
Aug 2, 20221 min
This amazing cloud appeared at sunset over Ayr beach. There are so many shapes in it that I stood and looked at it for ages while it cloud shifted into many forms.
The one shape that kept drawing me back was a phoenix. That eternal bird that rises from the ashes time and time again, regenerating, reborn and ready to fly wherever it is needed.
It’s tough to start again when a cloud hangs over you. It is a battle to find words and meaning in the strong emotions created by that struggle to fly again. The what ifs, the whys, the I don’t understands cause so much confusion, doubt and lack of clarity.
But … fly again we must, wings outstretched, arsing from the ashes to fly in the sun, carrying whatever we need to carry and leaving to ashes that which we do not.
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