Onward

The following came to me in light sleep between dreams last night, verbatim. May it speak to you as it did to me:

There are times in life when we are shattered not to pieces but to dust. And even as we fear the wind will come and scatter us, we rise from this dust, not as a phoenix from its ashes, again and again a phoenix, but as something completely new from what we were before, with the added knowledge that we can survive the fire.