Day to day my body is growing stronger and my hair is growing in thick and curly – it is definitely somebody else’s, but I am enjoying it.

I am compelled to say that as I go forward I find I am less sure of where I am going than I ever have been but more grounded in my life at the same time.

I can float in time if I remember to. I can drop the pressures I place on myself and be completely in the present. I have become practiced at noticing simple moments and pleasures.

Life is more and more as it should be other than our well which went dry over four weeks ago.

Fetching buckets of water and going for showers at the provincial park has held lovely floating elements of dreamland. We go because we need to but we take notice of the beautiful place we are welcomed to and relish the flow of clear delicious water.

This severe drought has continued since June and there are many in need and search of deeper sources of water.

After drilling 350 feet and not finding water presented something I have decided should be called coping fatigue : too much repeated too many times without space for recovery.

We now wait for something called hydro fracking where they use high pressure water to open cracks in the earth and let the water in.

Rather than the cracks letting the light in may our cracks let the water in . . .

The lack of water parallels my health journey. I need to stay sufficiently hydrated to compensate for the lack of water able to be held by my body. Trips to wash and gather water is now what our daily life centres around.

I came across these two small paintings I had started a few years ago. Seeing them now I understand what they are about. That year we had a drought and worried all summer about water. The sky opened and the worry was behind us.

May I remember with respect what I have taken for granted.

Let’s follow blue and red horses . . . break complacency and find the way to the water.