The Phoenix Soul. We are raw & real. Grit & grace. We are truth-speakers, heart-on-our-sleevers, love-believers. You are. I am. We are The Phoenix Soul.
Phoenix soul, join us in celebrating the cadence of us. The chorus of our tender and true voices. The joyful shimmy-shake of life in-rhythm.
“. . . understand the power of freeing your truths and using your creative voice to do so, in the most perfectly imperfect way. It’s not about doing it right. It’s about doing and letting it go. And relishing in that undercurrent of strength and vulnerability, inspiration and fire . . .”
“How often have I resisted instead of accepted who and what I am? I am ready to flow, to lean into what feels primal, right, true—a life rich with meaning, echoing the gentle cadence of my heart.”
“Newly alone, as my marriage crumbled and divorce lurked on the horizon, I felt the pinch of life without a partner. Dancing with a beloved was obviously out of the question. But now fresh hope rose within the wreckage. Was there really a way I could learn to dance, all by myself?”
Oh, phoenix soul, may you feel seen. Heard. Loved. Just as you are.
“these days i can’t remember where i put my keys. or my kids. well, that’s not so true, but you understand. it seems my mind has been in a bit of a tizzy rehearsing old stories and re-rehearsing old stories. they seem to have befriended the new, more awakened me, seducing their sweet way into my mind palace. [...] these old stories no longer fit. yet they cause a disruption long enough to distract my sweet soul gypsy self . . .”
“There is music-unheard every single day of your {living} Braveheart, waiting for your decision to try. [...] Allowing the melody of your heart’s desires to carry you—to inspire movement and alignment when all you feel like doing is stopping . . .”