Dig Wells in Dry Season

Village wisdom says that if you dig and hit water in dry season, your well will never run dry. Well, today almost got the best of me and I nearly missed the best chance to dig a well for the water of gratefulness. Let it not be so!

I am so grateful that...

•  I have recent memory of better days than this
• We have ample transportation for our many transitions
• During months of stress and duress, we have been nothing but healthy (excepting our diet at times ;)
• We have a three-year-old daughter who, after expressing her sadness about moving so much, kicks up her heels, inviting us along!
• I know a lot of wholesome people
• I am related to a lot of people with real Hope
• I am married to a man who has friends
• I speak the same language as the people who can help me
• Though I may feel so, I am not alone
• I have been loved well
• I can love!
• Seasons come and go
• The sun came up
• I can hear birds
• I can sleep unafraid at night
• And though it can seem like an endless, nebulous process...there is a house being built somewhere, that we hope to live in sometime, and call it our own, and share with others...and there is much beauty surrounding it

And now the day is done... but let this be an artesian well!

After the deer helped themselves to my memorial zinnia sprouts at the land, the other day I found two blooming stalks, smiling in September, in the face of the craziness. A surprise and total gift.