"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, November 18, 2013

gilded geese: a small stone

A gaggle of geese fly overhead, their wings rhythmically resonating,
echoing the whooshing sound of a heartbeat.
Wings and bellies gilded peachy-gold in the setting sun.




Thursday, November 7, 2013

autumn kiss: a small stone

Autumn's colors are muted this morning, with the sky blanketed in grey and drops of cool rain kissing the last blushing leaves.




Friday, November 1, 2013

Mindful Writing Day 2013

Awash in flame: deep red, burnt orange, golden yellow. A soft wind whispers through, and the leaves drift like wayward sparks to the ground.