"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.