Call Me Girl

CALL ME GIRL 

 

“Sisters,” image by Marianne Murdock

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I was looking at the flower bed by the front door; “That is the whole”, I said.  I was looking at a plant with a spread of leaves; it seemed suddenly plain that the flower itself was a part of the earth; that a ring enclosed what was the flower; and that was the real flower; part earth; part flower.

                                                                                                            —Virginia Woolf

  

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

                                                                                                            —Anais Nin

 

Home was where we stayed

Until we could stay no longer.

                                                                                                            —Catherine Perkins