Ink Well

When we Ink Well, we draw our shadow into the light. Here this practice is presented as a meditative ritual, repeatable daily. You may find that this practice fits well at the start of your day, like Julia Cameron’s morning pages from The Artist's Way. I often like to aim for sunrise or sunset, and brew a cup of coffee or tea before I sit down to Ink Well.

Deep within there sits a well
well without bottom, well-being waiting. Falling in, we fathom Source finding wonder bubbles forth. Foamy froth on surface forms. Bubbles burst in grief and mirth. Intent, aware, we do the work form the formless, sculpting earth. Chaos in cosmos, foam in formation, sharing the mystery, dreaming creation. Presents or presence, dancesteps or service, hugs or sweet nothings, even true love can hurt. Our best intents may hide a taint, by force unseen mangled, stained. Down the cave wall and into the well, shadows seep silently; insight will fail. Fear's inky syrup a bubble may pop. As foam we form up, here to play non-stop in scum and film, in song and in paint, as image, appearance, or vulnerable pain. To pour our pure love from the depth of the well, we must first draw the shadow.
May we use the ink well…