"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, September 24, 2013
small stones: a meadow
A few days ago, I drove past a meadow
that was covered in mist
and dotted with dandelions,
with geese happily milling about.
Today, it sat empty and forlorn,
shorn of its lovely green locks
and bright adornments.