"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

Saturday, January 26, 2013

small stone: day twenty-six

Wispy clouds streak the robin's egg blue sky. Geese call raucously to each other as they fly in formation overhead. The sun infuses my soul with golden light and warmth. Giggles erupt from the toddler who sits to the side of me, in a rocket ship disguised as our Japanese Maple tree.

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