Today’s topic is: “Hope rises like a phoenix:”Put yourself in the place of the phoenix, and describe your rise from the ashes. I do not know how to ansrwere this. My theatre trained self knows to walk in another’s shoes you have to understand that person. I am going to take a moment to explain why a phoenix. I first thought Fawkes, Dumbledore’s phoenix in the Harry Potter series. J.K Rolling created an incredible creature, to learn all about them go here: http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Phoenix
The traits that are inspiring are its tears has healing powers, it’s loyalty, the power of it’s song, and Burning Day. Fawkes is very loyal to Dumbledore, it is the nature of a phoenix. Because of Fawkes’s loyalty he cannot ignore the cries of help from those who need him. That is why Fawkes is there to help Harry in the Chamber and whisks Dumbledore away. Fawkes tears are healing, it can bring someone back from the brink of death. When a phoenix sings, its song strengthens the courage of the brave and instills fear in the heart of those doing evil. Lastly, we see Fawkes on a Burning Day. We see Fawkes looking like an old dirty turkey when he suddenly burst into flames. After the flames die down there only the ashes are left, but then a baby peeks out and shakes some ash off. Fawkes was born again. It was still Fawkes, but he had been born again about to grow into a magnificent creature once again..
I like the analogy to hope. Hope heals a broken heart. Hope is loyal to us and strengthens us, and it gives us courage when we are afraid. We amaze jerks with our optimism and hopeful outlook. Hope saved us in the beginning, when we feel lost, and in can save us in emergencies. Hope is also a beautiful and amazing thing just like a phoenix is awesome.
The first time I was like a phoenix was in 2005. I excelled in school. I was very active in church and loved working with the kids. I knew my theology inside and out and I could tell you where things were in the Bible. I was a theatre major with a minor in religion. I wanted to join a mission troupe. Travel around doing vbs/plays and build houses/farming in South America. I was building sets, working with lighting, directing, creating skits, and acting. I loved playing outside and was always very active. I remember the day my headache began, it was a week before my 19th birthday. It was the worse pain I ever felt, a group of us were doing homework in my boyfriends dorm room. I passed out. Everyone thought I had just fell asleep so they let me sleep. I woke up and still had it. I had gotten the lead in the spring play, a freshman had never gotten a lead before. I had to turn it down and change my major. I lost the dream I had since I was a freshman in high school and my full ride scholarship. The religion department did not have a scholarship.. At the same time I was discovering that topomax and depocote are awful and learning words like “psychosomatic” and “drug seeking” and “idiopathic.” And “does that means your an idiot?” is the wrong response or “yes it is all in my head that is why am here” can also be a bad response. I was black listed neurologist vill. I am idle, don’t go outside, socializing is hard, church is not as fun, and my memory is not good So before class, while laughing about “anorexia” being added to my file, the professor of my sociology class offered me a scholarship if I changed to sociology. I was enjoying my sociology class so I hopped on board. It turns out that I love sociology. A few weeks later my family doctor hooked me up with the campus psychologist and I signed the papers for them to talk to each other. Uni became a bigger part of my life that fall, as I got sicker she took more care of me. I started to actually cope and get myself together, to helped others understand and not be afraid, I am loyal and there for my caretakers when they need courage and help stave off the jerks. I am not the same person as I was before. But I am still me. It is just like Fawkes. Same face and loyalties. I still have the desire to inspire hope, heal, encourage my keepers and ward off those who would harm us. But after my Burning Day I changed my activities, hopes, and dreams.
I think the second time would be after I graduated graduate school. When I was told I could not survive and learned that I can’t hold a job in my current state. That I am indeed handicapped and am not going to get better. I think I am still working on this one but I am making progress.
I think that is part of what makes the analogy to a phoenix work. We never know what hardship will happen, something new can come around and crush or shatter our dreams. We will have to make new ones. But we are survivors. We are beautiful and will come out of every dark situation even more beautiful. We will keep on going longer than anyone else.
The Migraine and Headache Awareness Month Blog Challenge is organized by the American Headache and Migraine Association.
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