I hope you will go out and let stories, that is life, happen to you, and that you will work with these stories from your life --not someone else's life-- water them with your blood and tears and your laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom. That is the work. The only work. ― Clarissa Pinkola Estés
A few days ago I took a stroll in the woods with my one of a kind scarf. Amongst tall trees, soggy floor and a scenery that looks like an eternal Autumn.
February rolls in with a breeze that runs relentlessly between whatever it finds in the way not knowing and not addressing any of the requests for it to stop or scale down.
Some things are about to change… They say that sometimes change is good.
For now, all I know is that this Spring will bring a new Renewal to my life. Until then I’m figuring out things steady & still, bit by bit, one step at a time.