Cinnamon and Myrrh

I identify with phoenix; for far longer, even, than I’ve identified as hawk. Is it a quality of spirit? An archetype? A symbol? I do not believe it to be literal, but – the nature of my connection to and identification with phoenix matters far less than the fact that it is part of my identity, I do experience that connection. I have tried to deny it, and every time that’s caused more harm than good.

How can I describe my experience of phoenix to you?

Phoenix is this ephemeral force, an energy that is felt rather than seen, impossible to simply dissect. There is a timelessness to phoenix, of being outside of time, and thus linear time is meaningless because I/the world/existence is cyclic, spiraling, a burning helix…

When I heal, I am phoenix. When I mediate conflict, I am phoenix. It is a role, or a description of a role, as much as it is a quality of spirit. Healer-Diplomat, a fire that cleanses and purifies, illuminating, yet intensifying shadow. Eastern (and Middle Eastern) culture is strong here, elements of Chinese feng-huang, Japanese ho-ou, perhaps even Middle Eastern huma or, yes, phoenix – all visible in high-context consciousness, polychronic time sense.

It is controlled–a tight focus–a quiet intensity of mind and soul so rarely unveiled to blazing glory. There is an element of solitude to phoenix, even as it is adept at connectivity: each connection, action, reaction is moderated and calculated. I am connected, yet held apart; touching skin, touching minds, yet a membrane of discipline separates hearts and souls.

Phoenix is a controlled burn. I do not blaze unending, nor unguarded; if I burn before my time, before my nest of cinnamon and myrrh is complete, before the cycle has come to its apex, there is no rebirth. Yet I cannot burn too hot or too cold: each release, each opening, each blazing is carefully chosen. Precise. A directed wildfire to burn away dead tinder, one that if it got out of control could prove destructive rather than beneficial.

Blazing out phoenix is like taking the lampshade off my aura–a forceful exhalation of breath and the silver/copper/solar flare whooshes out around me, vague bird-shape in white-gold light, the corona of my soul-sun. The connection to skyfire burns blinding-bright at these times; I am a lighthouse, my focus even more intense; I radiate heat. It is the badge of my Self, my role, my ba.

My ba, the eternal part of myself, my soul: this carries the essence of phoenix. This is what reincarnates. Hawk is now, is spirit, ka, this-life, present-moment. Phoenix is always, every-time, forever. Time means little to hawk, for only now exists. Time means little to phoenix, for all points in time overlap, intertwine, are one.

Phoenix dances words, relationships, the rise and fall of cultures. Phoenix is the subtle sensing of relationship dynamics, social fencing, the minute shifts of interaction. I am phoenix when I mediate between friends, clients, lovers–when I pour tea for a teary-eyed neighbor asking me for advice on a love triangle–when I ask questions that succeed in getting a client to rethink her assumptions–

And lest you think this is all glamour and benefit, know this: phoenix is, many times, too tightly controlled, erring on the side of self-suffocation. Too careful of boundaries, erring on the side of isolation. Too high-context, impairing and slowing communication in the low-context culture of the modern West. Sometimes, when it is time to burn, I cannot loosen control enough to let the long-stoked embers breathe into flame, and need another’s intensity to light my nest.

Sometimes I am a creature of pride and paradox. I fear change, yet I crave it. I desire order, yet need chaos. I am a dynamic creature that too often goes static. I need connection with others, yet keep my core apart from all. Balance is more important than anything, yet my balance is and must be a precarious, active balance, so difficult to maintain.

Cycles, sunflare, moonfire, controlled burning, brightness in a laser focus, active balance, healer, diplomat. Phoenix. I feel as though my attempts to describe and explain have only muddled the issue further, but clear-cut attempts have failed, so this disjointed rambling is the best I can do.

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5 Responses to Cinnamon and Myrrh

  1. elinox says:

    Your “collectivistic” link isn’t working.

    And this was an interesting read although it reminds me of the other essay you did on phoenix…wait, are they the same? *tilts head*

    • Arethinn says:

      This is familiar to me too. I think maybe a repost of an old piece from another site, perhaps with a few corrections or additions?

  2. Meirya says:

    Elinox and Arethinn – Yes, it’s an older piece of mine that I cleaned up and edited a bit to post here. It fit this month’s challenge so I figured I’d share. :>

    I’ll fix the collectivism link, thanks Elinox!

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  4. badwolf001 says:

    Thank you,

    This article has helped me quite a bit.

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