This Sunday, April 27th

Sometimes the Well seems dry

I know, it’s not about the Well

It’s about myself; all my bodies have lately gone through overwhelming experiences

Still digesting

In need of very slow motion

In need of compassion and care

Self care

Community care

The Well is calling me

Inviting me

I sit down; on the bench by the tiny apple tree

Leaning into acceptance

Listening

Sensing

The tree is blossoming

The blackbirds are singing

Simplicity is present

Allowing the sense og dryness

Remembering water

Praying for water flowing through again

Breathing

Breathing

Breathing

Trusting that the point of readiness

Comes in it’s own time

My body

My body’s world

The world as body

The world’s body

The sameness