“Our sufferings do not magically end; instead we are able to wisely alchemically recycle them. they become the abundant waste that we use to make new growth possible.”
— Bell Hooks
No life is lived without challenges. We are tested arduously and elements that we love and cling to eventually turns to compost. We can mourn what we had and lost or we can use the detritus and raise up new lives from the old. We can cultivate lives built on the knowledge that nothing is permanent. We can love anything for the time it is with us and then move on ever manifesting in new ways. Somewhere along the line I had temporarily forgotten this. Because my life has had a newfound stability, I let myself grow complacent. I will not regret the past but create the future I want by my choice and will. Out of the flames the Phoenix emerges and together we will fly!
Blessings, G
Undersea Dance by G A Rosenberg 
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