"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, February 18, 2014

sewage interference

My gaze falls on a golden sunbeam, shifting and falling through the tree branches where last night's rain still drips. The robin's egg sky hints delicately of Spring. Stepping outside, my nose anticipates the rich, dark smell of damp earth...

Instead, it is assaulted by the foul odors of the sewage treatment plant around the corner. Nostril-mind dissonance.


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