"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
Monday, October 14, 2013
small stone: grapevine meets autumn
Once lush and clinging, spiraled tendrils reaching upward,
burgeoning with life,
Leaves are now brown, curled edges moving inward,
the vines withering,
Fruits returning to seed for another season.