"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

Thursday, January 31, 2013

small stone: day thirty-one

brown edges curl upward, veins frozen in time
reaching towards the breaking sun, much like my soul

(Thank you, readers, for traveling with me through this month's journey of mindful writing. It has been full of lessons, honor, and beauty.)

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