"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, April 23, 2013

a small stone

When the head and heart are foggy, there is nothing quite like a walk in gentle breezes and golden sunlight to help chase the swirling mists away. The whispers of confusion may still tease at the edges, but the breath comes easier...

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