The Well

Imagine a mother as a well:

The brick and mortar, small or large, cracked or smooth.

Outside is a work of art.

But inside holds the water.

Our physical bodies

While a celebration of beauty and power,

Magnificent to behold

Are merely the container of our very best things.

Within our walls exists the divinity between a mother and child.

They seek water from our well, not the outer bricks of our bones—

Because love serves as the light for our soul’s recognition in the dark.

Let us use this logic whenever we need to come back to ourselves.

Remember that we are both the creator and the source of our own peace.

We’ve been given the knowledge of what it takes to make our body’s well:

Gifted the tools to fill our pools with hopes of sustaining infinite replenishment—

The methods and practices suggested to obtain a mother’s purest equilibrium.

Our bodies are the vessels for the magic residing within, and should be handled with care.

But fulfillment,

That is an inside job.