[We must let] the deep compassion of the soul shine like a lighthouse beacon onto our world's rocky and dangerous shoreline. I know I am not that great beacon. I am only the old woman who lives alone in the lighthouse and cares for the light, cleaning its great clear lenses, tending to its stores of energy, making sure the light does not go out. Forever, as long as I can.
— Clarissa Pinkola Estes, author of Women Who Run With Wolves
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