two of my favorite ecosystems are fynbos and chapparal. both require a fire regime to stay healthy. essentially they NEED to burn to the ground every so often in order for new plants to grow and the ecosystem to be sustained.
this last year i was put through the fire. i literally lost part of myself in order for the whole of me to be healthy and sustained. i burned. i burned through surgery. i burned through recovery. i burned through disability stress. i burned through gaining 'feminine' weight. i burned and i burned and i burned.
and then the rain came. as it does in fynbos and chapparal landscapes. and it put out the fire. the Protea seed pods and the Sequoiadendron cones were smoked open so their seeds could germinate. i looked up from the desolation of my landscape.
and then. as the silver tree, so near extinction, had its first new sprout, so too did i have my first real experience as me. as the redwood sapling pushed through the underbrush, so too did i push through the the trappings of this world to find my own two feet.
just as the king protea opens in all its glory, and the foothills blossom in a show too stunning for words, so too did i shimmer and shine. like a phoenix rising from the ashes, i am poised to take flight.