It is said that the cry of the phoenix is that of a beautiful song.
Above is a drawing I had done while healing from the loss of a loved one on September 11th, 2001. Hearing of the bombings in Moscow on Monday reminded me when I did it and why the bird meant so much to me….You see, it’s said that the Phoenix was believed to die in its self-made flames periodically (each hundred years, according to some sources) and then rise again out of its own ashes.
Perhaps when horrible things occur it’s comforting to think there’s a little bit of Phoenix in us all, trying to rise with hope that this too shall pass and even more so maybe those at fault might even one day emerge a little wiser.- Michele
