"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

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

small stone: day twenty-nine


This little seed has struggled for so long and it is crying for nurturing and air.
It's tired of being squished up inside.
Reach for the sky, little seedling.
I'll not hold you back any longer.
Time to unfurl your leaves.
Time to let your flowers come forth.
Time to turn your face up to the sun.
It's time. It's time. It's time.


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