"I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. " ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Friday, January 18, 2013
small stone: day eighteen
Rays of sunshine broke free from their cloudy prison today. Warm, bright light... blue skies... icy bursts of air that cut through clothing, chilling and sharp. The dichotomy of the heat of the sun and the cold of the wind. Such is life, sometimes.