Filling the Well, Why We RetreatBy Andrea on February 05, 2015 — Leave a comment
A friend now living in England, sent me this wonderful poem. It captures the essence that compels many women to come to Grey Heron for a private retreat. Coincidentally, she was the first woman who ‘retreated’ here many years ago…
Thank you, Marlow, for the gift of this beautiful poem!
Filling the Well, by Dorothy Baird
Sometime the day comes
when you have given everything
in your attempts to be everything to everyone.
You will know this day
when your small bird cannot flex
its wings against the wind.
When your sun cannot heave itself
over the horizon, when you lower
a bucket into the well and hear it
thud against the clay.
When this day comes you must take off
the smile that is no longer truly yours
and batten down your heart
that now betrays you with its giving.
You must hold your hands about your ears.
Their voices are the siren calls
that will bind you to them
and you must walk or limp or run
through the door you can barely see
into the darkness of a lonely room
into the ocean of an empty moor
into the wild arms of the forest
and sit or walk until from deep within
a trembling starts to pulse
and your diviners hands sense
what the oak tree and the sycamore
and the worm that flicks its tail
is the same source
you are thirsting for. Drink deeply.
Be still. Be slow. The world can find its way
without you. For you must drink
until your well is filled, until your feathers
plump, until a new sun rises
in the winter of your eyes.
and only then, may you return,
and when they see you, lush
against the light, let them
stand back a little further than before
and be amazed.