I am honored to be invited today to sit the well. I appreciate the kindness and the affection that I have received as a man sitting this space, this well, this September day.

Capacious is the word that comes to mind as I sit and have the ability to hold.

Silence provides the space to hold and slow down to observe and notice so others may move and breathe more.

I am reminded of a poem:

The Moment by Linda Pastan

What can I say in this moment before you leave-

Summer is leached of its clear pastels

The fueled sunlight on your skin still warm to my mouth though fading?

Autumn, that turncoat, waits at the edge of the woods

with the first darkening leaves.

And I feel the world move under our feet on its way from solstice to solstice.

An involvement in light presupposes an acquaintance with shadow, Rothko said.

Didn't he mean us?

Didn't he mean the way

We've waited for this moment all summer long?

Thank you Well Keepers