Re: Day 62
I am in a way a well. A font of who I am. When I fly to the well so often for frivolous reasons (OPEs – Other People’s Emergencies) rather than attending quietly to genuine needs I know that the well will not run dry, but that both the journey to and from the well, the reaching to pull the rope and raise the bucket and the carrying back and forth of the contents will leave me and my life parched and sore. It is time to linger when I get there and stroll to and from the well in my own pace knowing I will arrive and accomplish exactly as and what is meant to be. And to recognize fully that what springs from my well must first be, well, Well Being.