so I gave it up to the spirits in the sky
and they took it up like a kite on string
to which the end my little finger was tied
They’re afraid to look up
and gaze at a star on the eve
of an equinox
and feel what it means to be in the world and not.
I came across this quote while reading Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pikola Estés, a book that has become a kind of bible for me of late as a woman, but also as an artist/human in need of creative and soul recovery.