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 us there sits a well. A well without a bottom the well of being, some say. Diving in, we begin to fathom the Source from whence raw love bubbles forth. A foamy froth forms on the surface. With our two tools, attention and intent, we shape the foam of love. When the foam is in-formation, we are ready to share our creation. We share the love we shape through words and deeds, movement and speech. But the love we seek to share often comes with a taint. We witness our best intentions mangled and stained by some unseen force. For in that well of being, our shadow pools unseen, trickling down behind the mind's eye. The inky syrup of fear lurks murky, coating love's bubbles in scum and film, image and appearance. To bring purer forms of love into the world, we must first draw out our shadow. May as well use the ink well…