FROM THE POEM THE SPLENDOR

This is an excerpt from a longer, beautiful poem by Clarissa Pinkola Estes.

It just hits the spot of desire.  In love.  And art.

“To be named.
To be called by name,
to be looked for,
received,
cared for with infinite tenderness.
To be protected with the strength of everything
that is wild of mind and deep of courage bones.”