"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
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
my feet squish
through soggy, brown mud
in the swamp of my backyard.
the evergreens stand vibrant and strong
as the sun peeks through
lighting and warming the grey of yesterday.