In the tapestry of life, each thread is a story, a delicate blend of truth and masquerade.

We weave our narratives, sometimes with the clarity of self-awareness, often with the threads of pretence. Those around us watch, casting their judgments or praise, yet they stand unprepared for the unravelling, for the moment the facade falls away and the raw, unfiltered essence bursts forth in a cathartic release.

It’s in these moments of unguarded authenticity that we truly meet ourselves and each other.

At this particular crossroads, we stand, gazing into the myriad paths that unfold before us.

To continue the dance we know, with its familiar rhythm, or to step into a new melody, a different harmony of life’s grand ballet. The choice is ours, a pivotal moment of decision, where the future is not just a chance but a creation of our own design.

I have always relied on my own design, yet of late, the tools I rely on to weave my destiny seem just beyond my grasp, as if the universe itself shifts, stretching the fabric of my reality. In these moments, perhaps, life nudges me to stretch further, grow taller, and reach deeper within myself.

For it’s not the tools that define our path, but the resilience and creativity with which we adapt and continue to design the masterpiece of our existence.

Or perhaps with our ego glory days gone by and so the fulgurant energy we are left with the maternal presence within us. This eternal figure, a symbol of creation and sustenance, remains steadfast, long after the transient triumphs have slipped into the gentle arms of history.

In the quiet embers of my spirit, the traits that define me smoulder persistently, awaiting the winds of circumstance to fan them into a blaze. Stubbornness, akin to the coals that retain their heat in the aftermath of a great fire, lies dormant within me, a testament to my enduring will. It is the challenge, the very oxygen that breathes life into the flames, transforming a flickering spark into a roaring inferno, a vibrant dance of resilience and determination that marks the essence of my character.

Soon I will shout again “Fire in the hoooole”!!!

May harmony find you,

Irena Phaedra