Joy after Great Pain...

Like a phoenix rising- my renewal too, was born of ash. It was a turning of the tables where my would-be destruction seeded ressurection. Still alive, still writing I've strengthened, found solidarity and understanding... - a realization that this is neither crazy or frivolous - never a waste of time. And yes, I've friendship, a communion and found " meaning" at times, ephinanies... tiny jewels- like the African proverb: " Until the lion learns to write all stories praise the hunter." Poet, I discover truths everywhere. Like the knowledge of a mosaic, made of broken pieces- but still a work of art. And too, that even midst pain joy buds in kind words or through music, through food- the fabulous flavors and in sleep, so silken and soothing-so deliciously deep.