"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 30, 2013
grey silk: a small stone
The dawn attempts to break through the darkness
But only reveals heavy mists, blanketing all
In silky wisps of grey.