"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, May 12, 2014

whispers

A quiet May morning... dappled sunlight filters through green river birch leaves, while a cardinal sings to me. Fragrant steam rises from my coffee mug to delight and entice. Contentment moves through me, and the whisper of creation calls.




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