I dig my well without knowing what I am going to find down there. There are unforeseen obstacles, tangled roots, lost memories, but I continue to dig with trust. Shovelful by shovelful, I release pure, fresh waves, and I fill my lungs.
I thank You for this earth, for the trees, for the little soloists who sing of life against a broad, blue sky.
Thank you for all those people of light whom You have placed on my path to help me be what I am today.