"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 11, 2013

small stone: day eleven

The air is thick... heavy for a January morn. Light raindrops fall as though being flicked from someone's fingertips high above. The grey surrounds me but does not penetrate my being. Inside, a small spark ignites. Ideas flutter in my head; promises of things to come.



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