"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
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
a new year of small stones: Day 1, 2014
the chill winter breeze kisses my cheek.
birdsong teases my ears,
awakening my heart.