You may take my title literally—since I've recently enjoyed the dumping of ash from Mt. Redoubt's volcano upon my head—but metaphorically speaking, I feel rather like a phoenix emerging golden and reborn from seeming death. Perhaps I embellish with the phoenix reference.
Maybe I'm more like a molting eagle,
preparing to take off from the beach
and soar among the clouds . . .
Alright, alright. I'm just a raggedy-tag mother lumbering toward her computer at o'dark thirty, steaming mug of coffee in her hand and a thrill in her heart, happy at the thought of returning to one of her very favorite pasttimes after six weeks of self-imposed exile from the Internet.
Since we don't have a single phoenix in Alaska (I hear it's too cold up here for them to nest properly), these pictures of eagles will have to do.
I feel refreshed and renewed and ready to fly.