January 5, 2013
There is a deep reservoir of centering nourishment in the wellspring. Peering into its depths, one can only see the light reflected on ripples, and sense the stillness below. The deep is calming, a fluid heavy weight against chaos, against the blowing, flittering dramas at the surface of our lives. The wellspring inside me is carved out of loss, chiseled from grief, filled with survival; an opening for joy and appreciation, solace and satisfaction. While the surface clamors for attention, the depths of the wellspring are like the bottom of the ocean; unknown unless investigated, ready for discovery and harvest.