Finding Your Personal Well-spring

How do you rejuvenate from within?

Photo by Kasuma

I found this beautiful poem in the book “If Women Rose Rooted” by Sharon Blackie this morning.

That’ll put the jizz back in you
said old Brid, her eyes glinting,
as she handed me a bowl of real water
from the purest well in Gleann an Atha.
A well kept sweet and neat
by her people’s people, the precious
legacy of her household,
tucked away in a nook,
a ditch around it for protection,
a flagstone on its mouth
…
But for a long time now there is a snake of pipe
that leaks in from distant hills
and in every kitchen, both sides of the glen,
water spits from a tap;
bitter water without spark
that leaves a bad taste in the mouth
and among my people
the real well is being forgotten.

‘It’s hard to find a well these days,’
said old Brid, filling up my bowl again.
’They’re hiding in rushes and juking in grass,
all choked up and clatty with scum
but for all the neglect they get
their mettle is still true.
Look for your own well, pet,
for there’s a hard time coming.
There will have to be a going back to sources."‘

from ‘The Well’ by Cathal Ó Searcaigh

As I read this, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. What is my well? How do I tap into the original spark of life, regardless of what may be happening around me?

It is so easy to forget that we each have a divine spark within us - that it is within the prana that flows through our whole being.

What Puts the JIZZ Back Into You?

What connects YOU to the source of true life? What puts the twinkle back into your eyes? What reminds your whole being of who you truly are?

Here are some things that bring me back to my well:

• Sitting quietly with a book of ancient wisdom

• Watching Ted Lasso (an amazing, relatively new TV show)

• Spending time with friends doing “nothing”

• Taking a long bath with candles

• Listening to beautiful music

• Sunbathing

Why do these things in particular feed me? I don’t know. But it intrigues me that they are very simple things. They are not complex rituals. They are simple joys.

Simple joys are my well that nourish me.

What nourishes your soul when things are amok all around you?