take my hand and climb with me…

six degrees: ‘with just our flashlights and our love…’

At The Bottom of Everything ~ Bright Eyes

Stumbled upon serendipitously, I’ve been reading ‘Women Who Run with the Wolves’ by Clarissa Pinkola Estés. A seminal piece celebrating wild wisdom, this is perhaps my favourite quote:

“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 make yourself bloom. Then you will see what medicines they make, and where and when to apply them. That is the work. The only work…”


There are stories everywhere. In words, light, images. And this is a magical little trip…

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This entry was posted on October 6, 2012 by in Spring and tagged , , , , , .


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