There is a well in our hearts that is deep.  It is dark.  It is scary.  When you yell into the hole, the blackness sucks up your voice like endless death.  I’ve tried to fill in this gap with drink, drugs, food, shopping and relationships. I’ve taken my children and partners hostages and tied them up in ropes and lowered them down into this chasm so gently they didn’t notice the dank smell of dead things.  Somehow they rescued themselves, appeared dancing on the surface and I was stuck with my head in the void screaming how they were unfair to me.

Phew, well, nothing real fills up this hole.  But it is already full and overflowing with moisture, feelings, sweet fragrance of rich soil and Spirit.  I empty a wheelbarrow of flower petals into the opening in thanksgiving.  I sing soft chanting songs and hear them echo in harmony back to me.

I look deep into the waters of this well, and if I am still and unmoving, I see the Spirit smiling back at me.  “In the mirroring light of my love You are revealed.”