"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
Thursday, October 17, 2013
good morning song: a small stone
My eyes open to the quiet, calm dark. Crickets chirp as other insects hum the morning awake. Gentle raindrops hit the leaves of trees that are contemplating their winter slumber. A lone bird trills.