I've always kinda liked mythology, ever since I first learned how to read. There is something so awe-inspiring and timeless about the themes present in most mythology, and there are characters and creatures we encounter that serve as these great metaphors for life . . .
One of my favorites is the phoenix. It's the bird that sets itself on fire every 500 years and dies, only to resurrect from the ashes and live again . . .
There are other pictures of this life and death interplay, some a bit more subtle but no less profound. The cycle of summer - fall - winter - spring is a beautiful example of how life can spring from death. You know what? I feel like it goes beyond that - like, somehow, without death, there cannot be new life . . .
At any right, I'm currently experiencing a death of sorts, but am amazed at the new life I see springing up all around . . . . beauty is everywhere . . . .
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