The Woman and the Well

There was once a woman who had been walking alone through the desert for many years.  She was parched, she was dry, she was shrivelled up, desperate for water to quench her terrible thirst.  On several occasions she thought she had seen an oasis in the desert, an oasis that would save her from her terrible thirst. Each one however, had been  an illusion, a figment of her delirious imagination.  Instead of giving up, these illusions did have the effect of driving her onwards in her quest for the well that would finally quench her thirst and bring her back to life.  Despite her desperate thirst she knew deep within her being that one day she would find the source of her healing.

One day when she least expected it and seemingly out of nowhere a well appeared.  A majestic well, a stoic well, a silent well, a strong and powerful well.  She was completely overwhelmed to find this particular well and drank greedily from it.   She was desperate for the water from the well.  She immersed her whole being in the water.  The water tasted so sweet like nothing she had ever tasted before.  She became addicted and greedy for all the water from the well.  She wanted to drown herself in the water.  She wanted nothing more than to consume and be consumed by the water from this well.  For a while it sustained her. Yet she knew in her heart that she must find a way to be less desperate for the well.  She knew that she was strangling the very source of the well and although at first the well seemed happy to give so freely of its water as time passed the well tried to find ways to let the woman know that she needed to find a balance and that the water would always be there to sustain her and that she no longer needed to crave it so much.  She needed to give the well chance to replenish its water.  She panicked at first believing that she could not survive without the water from this well.

Finally one day she was able to listen to the wisdom of the well and she came to realise that she no longer needed to consume so greedily the water from the well.  She was satisfied and no longer parched and dry and shrivelled.  She had begun to blossom as a result of the generosity of the water from the well.  She had discovered that to allow the well to replenish its source of life she had to give it the opportunity to do so.  She felt now able to release her strangle hold on the well and knew that she could survive without the constant craving for the well.

She was blessed and filled with grace.  She had learned so much about herself because of the gifts she had learned from the well and felt able to move out into the world and no longer walked alone in the desert.

“For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.” Antoine de Saint Exupery

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