
Stark, savage beauty in the wake of destruction

A craggy rock adorned with desolation

The resilient earth reclaims its own

And I, too, look forward with hope:

the phoenix has always been my favorite bird

Like the phoenix, like the resilient earth, I rise from the ashes, I grow out of my scars

There is joy spun out across these days

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January 21, 2009 at 6:50 am
debi
Love the little giggle as you spy something wonderful. There is joy waiting to just surprise us – wait! Perhaps that what you spied.
January 21, 2009 at 1:03 pm
arasara
lovely! keep on seeking the joy! great photo of you giggling in the rearview!
January 26, 2009 at 3:15 am
Carmen
LOVE LOVE LOVE those blue skies!
and the last pictures specially of that talented girl smiling
August 24, 2009 at 5:58 pm
jenica
and this is why i namewd my art and photographery business,
out of ashes.
because i believe it from the bottom of my heart.
xoxo