Clarissa Estes Of Pinkola. Running with the wolves (№ 199387)

Whenever they began to tell the tale, at once the night comes. In whatever place, in whatever hour, in whatever time of the year it may happen, we should start a story, as the starry sky and the white moon peeping out of the roof and hanging over the heads of the audience. Sometimes by the end of the tale in the room comes the dawn, and sometimes remains shard of a star or a shaggy tuft of a stormy sky. And what remains is the gem with which to work, which is to be used in the creation of the soul...