Thank you so much. There’s lots of packed into this one. Looking back. Looking ahead. Trying to be into the now of here. The human journey, indeed. Going home. Never alone. Living into the questions. One day becoming the answer. Thank you so much for reading and your support. 🙏❤️
I enjoyed this write; thank you. I could feel deeply the truth of the quote by Thomas Fuller. We have a well which is the only source of water for our guest-house. Currently after a wet winter it's full. Not always so, but over 15 years it's sustained visitors, even during some dry years. I am very grateful to it. I made a litho-puncture sculpture some years back and placed it on what I believed to be the energy centre of the land, to 'honour' the 'water-gods'. The water-mine was drying up when we bought the quinta, but the well has continued with its gift to sustain life. Those who built the terraces and dug the well orginally, those who went before as carers of this piece of land, knew what they were doing. I'm in awe and wonder of them, and very grateful for their superior connection with the unseen miracles in the rocks, plants and underground waterways. 🙏
Thanks Josh! The source is always there once we know how to find her. The ones that came before certainly knew a different way. Bless you! I packed a lot in this one. Thank you so much for reading and for being here. Your piece of paradise sounds wonderful. 🙏❤️
Beautiful! I love how you gently guide your reader through the history of an ancient well towards the inner well of the pilgrim... while also reminding us of the preciousness of water. 💕🙏
We are fortunate to collect our drinking water from a living well each week, which always feels like a sacred encounter. Not to be taken for granted. Your piece reminds me that we should leave some flowers some time, or a precious stone...
Thanks so much. It’s definitely a pilgrimage to Gratitude. The source keeps giving if we keep showing up. Doing the work. Growing. And yes, we’re never travelling alone. Thanks for joining me on the journey. Take care of that little piece of paradise - inside and out. Thank you for your support as always. Bless you 🙏❤️
Thank you for being so kind and for showing up! Thank you for seeing me. Keep writing your heart out and I’ll meet you in the spaces between the words. Thanks for your support. 🙏❤️
"the source keeps giving if we keep showing up." Indeed! This is such an important principle to remember. Showing up and appreciating... not taking for granted... I remember many years ago we met a man who must have once been gifted with healing hands. People were talking about him with great reverence. He himself talked about it as if it was 'nothing'. We knew and worked with him for three years, only to discover that his 'healing hands' had indeed left him. The source that was not appreciated had dried up! (Your comment just reminded me of this)
Wow. Thanks for sharing! I am going to keep using these hands lol! You too! Keep sharing your stories and your wisdom- we need you. Thanks for being here 🙏❤️
This is so lovely. I stood with you at that well, remembering. To remember is to return to the body, to return to the living. You have reanimated the maidens at the well. Living water. Thank you.
Thank you so much Muriel. Thanks for seeing me. Thanks for leaning into the same journey. We never walk it alone. That living water keeps flowing. I’m starting to smell spring in our part of this beautiful world. Bless you! 🙏❤️
Nature or neglect no water no magic. No muse either. Voices on the wind in a dry time always worth a nod to Heaven ... You dig deep ... Forgive me I reminisce, Eliot again before us on his knees to the spirit of the fountain an Ash Wednesday just past, 1930, and he was only 42.
Ah thank you Philip! You know the spaces between the words. Bless you. Your wisdom here is a cherished gift! Some like Eliot just seem to get there earlier indeed!
Really lovely Jamie. There’s a lyrical poignancy to the piece, almost sung out onto the page. A lament, but not quite. We have a well in our back room. I sit beside it every morning, showing up, in silence, waiting, listening deeply. Always think of the woman at the well as I sit, offering my flawed condition, all any of us ever have and feel the life of water beside me.♥️
Alice-Ann that is a poem! Thank you. Thank you for being a keeper of the source. Thank you for reading and for your kind words. Bless you. Keep going to that well. Flawed is the only way home. We need you. 🙏❤️
"Somebody stood in this same place long before me pondering where they came from as I stand here now wondering where I will go. "
Beautiful line Jamie which really resonates for me right now.
It's so dry in Wanaka at the moment and I am craving rain to fill the "well", the lake, the springs. I continue to lay my offerings and blessings to give thanks for what was, what is, and for what will be again.
Thanks for the journey you took us on today Jamie. Jo 🌿
Oh, i love this lovely nostalgic journey and the idea of standing on the shoulders of giants. I have been keenly aware to the passage of time lately as well. Thank you for such beautiful words ❤️
So lovely Jim! I know a ‘well’ like that. Somewhat neglected over the years. How easy it is to let the important things slip away. Thanks for writing about this! 🙏
Beautiful! You are a true wordsmith! I love the way you craft your posts!
Thank you so much. There’s lots of packed into this one. Looking back. Looking ahead. Trying to be into the now of here. The human journey, indeed. Going home. Never alone. Living into the questions. One day becoming the answer. Thank you so much for reading and your support. 🙏❤️
I enjoyed this write; thank you. I could feel deeply the truth of the quote by Thomas Fuller. We have a well which is the only source of water for our guest-house. Currently after a wet winter it's full. Not always so, but over 15 years it's sustained visitors, even during some dry years. I am very grateful to it. I made a litho-puncture sculpture some years back and placed it on what I believed to be the energy centre of the land, to 'honour' the 'water-gods'. The water-mine was drying up when we bought the quinta, but the well has continued with its gift to sustain life. Those who built the terraces and dug the well orginally, those who went before as carers of this piece of land, knew what they were doing. I'm in awe and wonder of them, and very grateful for their superior connection with the unseen miracles in the rocks, plants and underground waterways. 🙏
Thanks Josh! The source is always there once we know how to find her. The ones that came before certainly knew a different way. Bless you! I packed a lot in this one. Thank you so much for reading and for being here. Your piece of paradise sounds wonderful. 🙏❤️
Beautiful! I love how you gently guide your reader through the history of an ancient well towards the inner well of the pilgrim... while also reminding us of the preciousness of water. 💕🙏
We are fortunate to collect our drinking water from a living well each week, which always feels like a sacred encounter. Not to be taken for granted. Your piece reminds me that we should leave some flowers some time, or a precious stone...
Thanks so much. It’s definitely a pilgrimage to Gratitude. The source keeps giving if we keep showing up. Doing the work. Growing. And yes, we’re never travelling alone. Thanks for joining me on the journey. Take care of that little piece of paradise - inside and out. Thank you for your support as always. Bless you 🙏❤️
Thank you for being so kind and for showing up! Thank you for seeing me. Keep writing your heart out and I’ll meet you in the spaces between the words. Thanks for your support. 🙏❤️
"the source keeps giving if we keep showing up." Indeed! This is such an important principle to remember. Showing up and appreciating... not taking for granted... I remember many years ago we met a man who must have once been gifted with healing hands. People were talking about him with great reverence. He himself talked about it as if it was 'nothing'. We knew and worked with him for three years, only to discover that his 'healing hands' had indeed left him. The source that was not appreciated had dried up! (Your comment just reminded me of this)
Wow. Thanks for sharing! I am going to keep using these hands lol! You too! Keep sharing your stories and your wisdom- we need you. Thanks for being here 🙏❤️
Mmmmm <3 I can imagine you leaving the flowers or a precious stone <3
This is so lovely. I stood with you at that well, remembering. To remember is to return to the body, to return to the living. You have reanimated the maidens at the well. Living water. Thank you.
Thank you so much Muriel. Thanks for seeing me. Thanks for leaning into the same journey. We never walk it alone. That living water keeps flowing. I’m starting to smell spring in our part of this beautiful world. Bless you! 🙏❤️
Nature or neglect no water no magic. No muse either. Voices on the wind in a dry time always worth a nod to Heaven ... You dig deep ... Forgive me I reminisce, Eliot again before us on his knees to the spirit of the fountain an Ash Wednesday just past, 1930, and he was only 42.
Ah thank you Philip! You know the spaces between the words. Bless you. Your wisdom here is a cherished gift! Some like Eliot just seem to get there earlier indeed!
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.”
Really lovely Jamie. There’s a lyrical poignancy to the piece, almost sung out onto the page. A lament, but not quite. We have a well in our back room. I sit beside it every morning, showing up, in silence, waiting, listening deeply. Always think of the woman at the well as I sit, offering my flawed condition, all any of us ever have and feel the life of water beside me.♥️
Alice-Ann that is a poem! Thank you. Thank you for being a keeper of the source. Thank you for reading and for your kind words. Bless you. Keep going to that well. Flawed is the only way home. We need you. 🙏❤️
"Somebody stood in this same place long before me pondering where they came from as I stand here now wondering where I will go. "
Beautiful line Jamie which really resonates for me right now.
It's so dry in Wanaka at the moment and I am craving rain to fill the "well", the lake, the springs. I continue to lay my offerings and blessings to give thanks for what was, what is, and for what will be again.
Thanks for the journey you took us on today Jamie. Jo 🌿
Thanks Jo! Bless you some water and some steady flow into what you dream of. Thanks for being here. 🙏❤️
Love this. Thank you. Will be written out and added to my box of prayers and affirmations 🙏
Bless the well! Beautiful post, Jamie!
And love any thoughts wells, prehistory and how that mythology impacts us today!
Thanks as always Alicia! 🙏❤️
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Oh, i love this lovely nostalgic journey and the idea of standing on the shoulders of giants. I have been keenly aware to the passage of time lately as well. Thank you for such beautiful words ❤️
Thanks Jenn! It’s definitely becoming more of a spiritual journey. Bless you. Thank you for being here. 🙏❤️
Incredible Jamie…so beautiful. Like being in the poem.
Thanks Terra 🙏❤️
Surrendering to a sacred dimension evolving in the flow. Thank you Jamie, Geraldine
Thanks Geraldine. Letting go to flow. Bless you 🙏❤️
So lovely Jim! I know a ‘well’ like that. Somewhat neglected over the years. How easy it is to let the important things slip away. Thanks for writing about this! 🙏
We are the well 😉🙏❤️
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Just beautiful, I've come here more times than I can count. I loved hearing the emotion through your voice ♥️
Thank you Bonnie! Its a soul journey. Bless you 🙏❤️
The well. The water of life.
Beautiful Jamie ✨
Thank you 🙏❤️