The Phoenix Soul. We are truth-speakers, heart-on-our-sleevers, love-believers. You are. I am. We are The Phoenix Soul (indie digital magazine & community).
Have you been told to tamp down, fit in, to squash your unique identity? You deserve to be seen, heard, encouraged, & respected . . . in all your wild, wonderful weirdness.
Welcome to your soul-tribe, your safe space to let your freak flag fly. Here? Your quirk is your superpower. We love you . . . as is.
“When doubt about my art and about my voice creeps inside my heart, I remind my soul that my path is my own. My struggles make me stronger and better because they force me to go deeper and deeper each time.”
What makes you who you are? So often, we're taught to hide our oddities, to do anything to fit in. Our true self is buried under a heap of old life-story. Limiting beliefs echo so fiercely that they imprint as truth. We feel trapped, even oddly safe living as small, smothered versions of ourselves. But oh, phoenix, your true self is bigger, brighter, more powerful, more wild and complex and radiant than you ever imagined. It's time to excavate, to dig all the way back to your authentic identity. Your unique soul is calling--and she is so needed in this world (as is).
“The best I can bring to a needy world is my truest self.”
“who is this woman
buried
in expectation
and drought
and how can she be
seen, loved, and replenished
within
herself(s)?”
1. Amanda Fall, Nolwenn Petitbois. 2. Barbara Ruth, Keishua Arthur, Allyson Whipple, Colin Rowe. 3. Maureen Helms Blake, De Jackson, Julia Fehrenbacher, suzanne l. vinson. 4. Beth Morey, Teresa Robinson, Carissa Paige, Laurie Blackwell.
“Stand up and wave your freak flag, Unique One. Be You. In case you were waiting for Permission, consider it granted. ”
“I imagined my personal challenges and triumphs, questions and revelations forming the shape of a fingerprint.”
“I claim quirkiness as part of my queer identity and usually delight in exhibiting my curlicues and quirks. ”
“Give yourself over to the music, to the visceral, awkward, sinuous beauty and strangeness of your dance practice.”
“Who am I, really, beneath old smothering beliefs? Am I becoming more of myself or less? Am I evolving, growing, expanding . . . or shrinking back in fear?
[...] The key is starting here. Starting now. Beginning again and again, in the moment. Small steps (in hot pink boots, preferably) toward your unique truth.”