Known as the bird of fire the history of the Pheonix dates back to several different cultural mythologies. As the references read the Phoenix is never born, at least not in the way that we humans believe in birth. Rather it is born of it's own ashes. Souring through life it takes wing to the sky, aging as all things must. At the end of such life it is then engulfed within its own fire, only to be reborn from the ashes left behind. The cycle of its life continues on the same.

It is of this mythology that I refer to in the events of my life. It is with this bird that my life is best described and then placed withing your view now.

In the life of the Phoenix, nothing ever dies - it is just transformed and reborn.