"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

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

small stone: day two (mindful writing challenge 2013)

"Pickles", she said. "Pickles aren't for breakfast", said I.
And thought better of it.
So, pickles it was. Seedy tang. Spring green. Zesty, sharp. A bright contrast to a winter's morn. A sweet little face screwed up into a pucker.
Doing something unexpected.  In a small way, but sometimes the small ways matter most.



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