"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 24, 2013

small stone: day twenty-four

Bone-chilled for days.
Then: gorgeous words resonating in my head, a stunning meditation giving breath.
Finally, a glowing coal inside, warming me from within.
Hello, inner spark. I have missed you. Let us not become cold strangers again.