Help Yourself Burst Into Bloom
A few tweaks and yesterday’s image made me think of DNA. When something is “in our blood,” we are simply drawn to it like a moth to a flame. (And like the moth, what we experience is incendiary!) It is the story within us, begging to be told. It is the dance our legs won’t stop moving to. It’s the painting our hands itch to brush over the canvas. It’s the song that keeps running through our minds, that we sing in the shower, to our lovers, our children. Clarissa Pinkola Este