… Like a Fresh-Fired Phoenix …
I read this yesterday from A Year with Rumi:
… I listen inside this day like a fresh-fired Phoenix …
In reading those words I claimed them for my own. They describe so beautifully the process that I am attending to now.
It has been nearly a year since I heard the dreaded words “I don’t love you any more.” This week I declared my independence and death from the broken heart I have carried with me for that year.
I have deleted the good-for-nothing-but-a-heartache, El Douché, from my phone and my email address book.
The old broken heart is in ashes and I have declared myself a Flame.
I have one final word for the eX and his married girlfriend:
STOP READING MY BLOG!
Seriously. This is a sickness that has to stop. Tracy Burgess, stop stalking me. Marshall Ellis, I’m sorry you feel bad when you see all the work my son has done on this place since you left it. Stop calling me to yell at me for posting pictures. It’s not my problem that your girlfriend can see what you didn’t do for 12 years. Now move on. Both of you. There’s nothing for you to see here any more.