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the story goes that God saw we were wandering around hungry and thirsty, forgetting where we came from, forgetting Who we came from, and a soul who forgets that they are actually a softness also forgets how to be a softness to themselves, and a soul who forgets how to be a softness to their own sharp edges, or worse… won’t admit to their own sharp edges, won’t remember how to be a watered-well to other souls.

what i am trying to say is this:

there is water for the asking, if you are thirsty there is an old promise still breathing today, words that still hold weight, because they came from One who cannot lie.

if you are thirsty, ask for Water, and you will never be thirsty again, and your life will be a well, a bubbling stream, a cup of water, dew.

and others will come and they will know that they are cared for, and loved.

what a life—to be the place where your sharp edges are softened and water flows from that old promise.

{📷 a small poem in the sweetpeas}