~ Crystal.... I am a momma to a beautiful rainbow child. I am a wife, daughter, soul friend & soul sister, and a worker bee.... I am of few words but live through the portals of words created by wise women: "And then there are the cravings. Oh la! a woman may crave to be near water, or to be belly down, her face in the earth, smelling that wild smell. She might have to drive into the wind. She may have to plant something, weed something, pull things out of the ground or put them in the ground. She may have to knead and bake, rapt in dough up to her elbows. She may have to trek into the hills, leaping from rock to rock, trying out her voice against the mountain. She may need hours of starry nights where the stars are like face powder spilt on a black marble floor. She may feel she will die if she does not dance naked in a thunderstorm, sit in perfect silence, return home ink-stained, paint-stained, tear-stained, moon-stained. A new life is on its way...." Clarissa Penkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves.
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 02:30:09 +0000
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