06/30/2025
Phoenix of the Giant Forest
Some growth demands a burning, not a gentle pull of the sun.
But a blaze that tests the core, strips us bare and cracks the seed.
The sequoia stands external not in spite of fire but because of it.
It’s cone sealed tight needs the heat to open
To let new life scatter like stars across the forest floor.
And, so it is with us.
We cling to who we are until the fire comes-loss, love, truth or time and suddenly old skin can no longer hold the weight of becoming.
What scorches us also frees us.
In the charred earth of endings we find space to root deeper, stretch wider, grow taller.
She burned and from the ash she bloomed.
