I am glad to connect on the Equinox, here in the northern hemisphere. I want to describe my experience of the regular Sunday rhythm. I am committed to at least half an hour, first thing Sunday mornings at 8 AM, resting in silence. I deliberately let my parade of thoughts move off into the quiet to dissolve, over and over again. And behind this are glimpses of a great spaciousness, an oceanic presence, an unformed aliveness. Sometimes this encounter is sustained. My heart and bones and blood absorb this living quiet, even if it is only a flash of intensity.

And my day proceeds out of this atmosphere. Its reverberation remains with me in the spaces if I go slowly. From here I meet the ebbs and flows of the day, for better or worse. This is the origin of my response to the depths of desecration round the globe, and to the creativity and beauty that miraculously keep tumbling from the wellspring.

Last Sunday there was a most beautiful exchange prior to Sunday between the four of us who had chosen this day to tend the well. Teresa K. noted that we were two from the United States and two from Canada. I am acutely aware of the tension between these nations and friends, who were only months ago tight allies.

I was struck by a feeling that some hand greater than our individual wills, somehow formed up this configuration to connect and serve on this day. We were a needed bridge.

What if the pattern of our open-hearted connection was a nutrient needed in a volatile and tragic situation?

What if every Sunday, out of our community of well keepers, rises a specific constellation of people, in specific locations, for specific purposes that we cannot always see?

What if we assumed we were not a random collection of well tenders? And we sensed that we needed to show up, together?

I had a vision of certain constellations in the night sky coming down onto the earth, and drawing a pattern on the planet based on lines of connections between locations and hearts. What if certain ones of us who are moved to sign up, are stars in that constellation, connected purposefully with others who likewise agreed to his or her post for this day?

This is part musing, part knowing. It comes from deep gratitude for who we are, how we live, how we embrace these invisible forces with little mental sureness about whether this matters or not. Never-the-less….

This well keeper bows to her fellow stars,

Barbara