I know the door isn’t locked and yet I don’t dare to enter. She’s waiting for me inside. She’s sitting leaning forward, almost bent over, and it seems she’s doing something with her hands. I’d say she’s rolling a ball of yarn with her palm but that would be too trivial. It doesn’t matter what…

dancing with wolves

Today I want to write about my favourite book. There are many which have touched or fascinated me with their ideas but only one which seems to be written about me. That’s Women Who Run With The Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Actually, it’s not exactly my favourite book that I want to write about….