Tikuli tagged me to try this some time ago and I kept thinking what would I like to be reborn as ……
Sigh – so many magnificient creatures, so little chance. I would love to be born as the pampered pooch of a very rich and loving home – my needs, my wants all taken care of – shiny coat, regular trips to the vet, lots of good food and treats, a huge ground to run around – an absolute doggie heaven.
I would like to be glamourous too. Have a lot of oomph, so I would love to be a unicorn. Or may be the Babi babe coming out of the sea … but I digress.
Grand isnt it, and beautiful too. Dogs are loving, loyal and very simple. It would bore me. I like the power and the attitude a wild animal has – even the mythical ones.
But most of all I would like to be the mythical bird that means so much to me – the phoenix
Now this is fantastic, grand can not even begin to describe it.
The phoenix is a bird that resurrects itself. It burns itself when finished, and then rises from the ashes, stronger for the experience. I can understand the “never say die” attitude. I see parallels between me and the phoenix. Ostracised by everyone, even my own mother for having the gumption to end an unsuccesful marriage, daring to want to live my life with respect, for daring to be free of a conventional surname – either paternal or one given by a husband. Having to fight alone for the right to live with respect on my own terms. The phoenix is a survivor, and so am I.
I think I lived it long before Obama made it a famous catchline
This is for all the women in situations similar to what mine was
YES IT IS POSSIBLE, YES WE CAN