Palettal Prose: She IS

She is ideas, feelings, urges, and memory. She has been lost and half forgotten for a long, long time. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and daybreak. She is the smell of good mud and the back leg of a fox. The birds which tell us secrets belong to her. She is the voice that says, ‘This way, this way.’

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Photo by: Azyura

Photo by: Azyura

 

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