The Well

Reach way over, toes keeping contact with earth, hips balanced on the rough edge, arm stretching down to just the very surface of the water. Dip your cup and taste your presence.

This is your well. The internal spring of all that you are and all that you have to offer a waiting world.

Don’t drink from other wells, mistaking them as your own. Drink from your well, the one that is hardest to reach, the bottom of which is furthest from your hand. Reach down through the darkness to find a quenching you can find nowhere else.

You will love what you taste with a sadness for having not tasted it long or often enough.

Drink it in. Supply yourself for what you must give away.

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