My only wish was to be an ecstatic wanderer. Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God - Clarissa Pinkola Estés (Women who run with the wolves)

vrijdag 4 november 2011

The red dragonfly at the little stream underneath the forgotten bridge spoke.


"to see people struggle 
between the old
and the new
ways to live
and to love

inflame the place 
blow spirit into it
blow spirit into them"

before i went down to the beach


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