"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 25, 2013
small stone: day twenty-five
The chill morning offers me its icy kisses,
taking my warmth in return. The only movement in the grey clouds above
is the silent winging of four birds of prey.