I'm a Phoenix - are you??

The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire.

Ferdinand Foch

Resurrection

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We've probably all seen those insidious commercials on TV for the University of Phoenix, which offers online degree programs with a number of physical campuses around the country. The spokespersons all proudly proclaim the reason for their present success - "I am a Phoenix." And more power to them - I applaud anyone with the determination and the self-discipline to undertake a degree program alone, without the camaraderie of classroom time, group study sessions and interaction with other students. But I wonder if they realize how much more powerful the story of the Phoenix really is...and whether you have thought about your own Phoenix experiences as I have. 

The Phoenix, of course, is a mythical bird,  and the myth itself is generally thought to have its origins in ancient Greece. There are, however, analogs to the Greek myth in many cultures - the Persian anka, the Hindu garuda, the Russian firebird, the Chinese fenghuang among others. There are even suggestions that a passage in the Hebrew Scriptures, appropriately in the book of Job, refers to the Phoenix as well. 

"And I said, I will perish with my nest, and I will multiply days as the phoenix (chol)" - Job 29:18. In Jewish folklore, chol refers to a supernatural bird, often glossed as, or identified with the Greek Phoenix.

According to the myth, a phoenix is a fire spirit with a colorful plumage and a tail of gold and scarlet (or purple, blue, and green according to some legends). It has a 500 to 1000 year life-cycle, near the end of which it builds itself a nest of twigs that then ignites; both nest and bird burn fiercely and are reduced to ashes, from which a new, young phoenix or phoenix egg arises, reborn anew to live again. But it is the Egyptian interpretation of the myth I find most applicable to our own personal quest for identity, awakening and joy. The Egyptians believed that this 500 year cycle represented the bird's ongoing quest to discover his true self and "knowing that a new way could be found only with the death of his worn-out habits, defenses and beliefs, the Phoenix built a pyre of cinnamon and myrrh, sat in the flames, and burned to death. Then he rose from the ashes as a new being - a fusion of who he had been before and who he had become" (Lesser, 2004, p. 55).

Elizabeth Lesser, in her book "Broken Open: How Difficult Times Can Help Us Grow," contends that we each have to go through the "phoenix process." We are each incinerated in the painful fires of life and have the ability to rise again, to be renewed and reborn if we are only willing to throw the old self - the past, the fears, the angers, the failures - onto the fire. "Our lives," she says, "ask us to die and to be reborn every time we confront change." We can, as I mentioned in an earlier blog on brokenness, recreate ourselves as something new and more beautiful out of the shattered pieces that are all that seems to be left after a painful and difficult time in our lives - heartbreak, loss, grief, failure. Those are the ashes from which we are called to rise again. Then we, too, can proudly proclaim, "I am a Phoenix." 

Long before I read Ms. Lesser's book, the promise of my ability to bounce back from heartache, defeat, sadness and grief led me to write this poem and to create the artwork you see above.

THE MOMENTS IN BETWEEN

The miracles happen

in the moments in between –

between life and death,

between breathing in

and breathing out,

between beginning and end,

between one light burst,

one photon, and the next…

in that in between space

where there is nothing…

and there is everything -

where all potential,

all possibility exists.

In that waiting space,

in the now of resurrection

all is transformed.

In that moment in between

all illusion falls away.

Death, the great delusion,

dies a final time and

new and sacred truth is born.

I am pierced with my knowing

that all is one, that seeming

opposites make me whole.

In the crucible of awakening,

in the cremation of ego,

I discover what has been

inside me all along –

within my fear…joy,

within my loss…gain,

within my darkness…light,

within my grief…grace.

  

Rising from the ashes,

the smoke of my resurrection

stirs the trees, becomes a breeze

lifting into the Cosmos.

Then it is that I am your song, 

the song of the Universe –

a song of Love, pure Love,

an energy that creates,

a new music that inspires,

a melody in which I’m

a necessary harmonic note.

O Spirit of the spheres,

in this moment in between,

sing your song in me.

©Lianne Schneider July 2012

* Lesser, Elizabeth. (2004). Broken Open: How Difficult Times Can Help Us Grow. Villard Books (a division

           of Random House), New York, New York. 

Birds - to brighten a winter's day

Birds are an indicator of the environment. 

If the birds are in trouble, we know we'll soon be in trouble.

Roger Tory Peterson

Cheery Red Cardinal

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There aren't many things that can cheer a short, cold, often gray winter day as wonderfully as seeing colorful birds at the feeder outside the window. We're lucky here - we have about 4 pair of cardinals (though one did die the other day I'm sorry to say), blue jays, dozens of goldfinches - which are actually fairly green in winter, ordinary house finches with their red heads, an occasional purple martin, little red wrens, woodpeckers, nuthatches, pretty little titmice, the duller sparrows and chickadees galore. Some of these darling visitors add song to the day as well - cardinals have a particularly sweet and appealing song. 

There are a few myths about birds that winter over - and Birds and Blooms has done a nice job of putting those to rest. The first myth and probably a great concern for many of us this particularly cold winter is that birds will freeze to death if temperatures drop far below zero as they have here many times this year. The fact is, according to the website, birds are very well equipped to "survive the coldest temperatures. They store fat during the short days of winter to keep themselves warm during the long nights. During those freezing nights, they fluff their feathers to trap heat and slow their metabolism to conserve energy. They also look for good places to roost, whether it’s a birdhouse, natural tree cavity, grass thicket, evergreen or shrub."  If you'd be interested in dispelling several other myths about winter birds, you can read the rest here:  http://www.birdsandblooms.com/birding/birding-basics/winter-birds-myths-facts/

Unfortunately, according to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, "birds across the United States are facing more – and more severe – threats to their survival today than ever before." One of the loveliest is a songbird whose habitat is only in northern Michigan - the Kirkland Warbler. There had been hope to take it off the list but it's still on it right now. Fortunately, here in Western New York, none of our winter songbirds are endangered though in really cold winters like this one, they seem to be less numerous. It's important to keep various kinds of bird feeders - nyjer seed, black oil sunflower, mixed seed, cracked corn and even peanuts - filled daily. Winter birds store food internally to create heat. So if you notice a run on your feeders on any given day - except the temperatures to dive!! Let's look out for our feathered friends who bring us so much enjoyment all year round.