"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

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

small stone: day sixteen

I stand, bare feet in a puddle. The earth smells rich and damp; the air, crisp and fresh. Silvery drops cling to bare branches, then free fall to the ground. My face is tickled by feather-light, watery kisses. The sky has been falling for three days now... sweet, blessed rain.

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