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"The Jug Is Full"

I work late at night at my table. I am quiet, at peace. There is a knock on my door. I get up to open it, but no one is there. I close the door and return to my work. I feel good but I am tired. Beauty surrounds me in my home and showers energy upon me. I am ready to rest.

A bath warms me and the salts sweeten the scent of my clean skin. The sheets welcome me. I float off into my dreams. There is a knock on the door. I open it and immediately I am blown far away on the wings of the hawk. We circle high above the Earth and sail past the moon. We land in another place. It too is a place of land and water, trees and air, fire and stars. A man on a pony draws near. He is leading a donkey with a large jug tied to its back. The jug holds clear fresh water. He dips into the jug and I drink. The water refreshes me and restores my energy. He invites me to join him. It is sunrise. We walk out into a desert land. No one can be seen or heard there.

The sun rises higher and in the distance we see smoke drifting in the early morning air. We follow the signal and find family. They thirst. He dips into the jug. They drink and are refreshed. They give us bread filled with herbs and seeds. It is warm and good. We are soon full. They pack. We pack. All are satisfied.

We say good-bye. We travel in growing heat. I sweat. I smell. He smiles and dips into the jug. I drink the fresh water and am cooled. He pours water on my head. It drips over my body. I am refreshed and made clean. We travel on.

We approach a large camp. The sun beats down. They invite us into their tent. Two boys carry the jug into the tent and set it down. Everyone gathers round. One by one, they come forward. He dips into the jug. They drink. Their thirst is satisfied. In return they give us dates and milk. We sit with them and sing. Mid-afternoon we prepare to leave. The young boys walk with us a bit.

We move slowly now in the blazing heat. The pony tires. The donkey bawls. He dips into the jug. They drink and are refreshed.

The sun begins to dip toward the horizon. Evening draws near as we come to a village. Many people are standing around the town's only well. They look stunned. They thirst. The well is dry. They watch us approach. We hesitate. They back away. At the well an old woman lies nearly dead. He dips into the jug. She drinks the cool water. She is refreshed. Her soul soars to the mountains; returns and she is renewed. She has much to tell her grandchildren for she too has flown on the wings of the hawk.

The others stare. They thirst, yet they are wary of the magic they see here. A snake crawls from the well; pauses near the woman. She holds out her hand. The snake coils around her arm, freezes, is made cold and strong. Its power is her power, its strength her strength. Her knowledge is great. She says "Trust, drink. There is life here." I help the man pour water from the jug into the well. It fills quickly. The people come now from every house. They dip buckets and bowls, jugs and jars down into the well. They drink their fill of fresh water and carry full loads to back to every home.

I help lift the jug onto the donkey's back. It is still full, fresh and good.

Night falls. We leave. The old woman walks with us a way. She says good-bye. We walk into the night. The moon rises. The hawk picks me up. We fly to the earth. I thirst and I remember. I dip into the jug and am refreshed with cool water.

It is now morning. All is well. I hear a knock at the door, but no one is there.