The song Watering Hole on Missy Higgins’ album the ol’ razzle dazzle has had me
thinking over the last few days. The image of a watering hole is a simple
enough one to conjure up, but a watering
hole in my head, well that takes a little more thought.
A watering hole, an oasis in
the wilderness, a place to quench your thirst, rest in the shade, find shelter
and refreshment. If dependent on sporadic rainfall, in good times the water is
plentiful, a resource for many, but in bad times the water recedes until the
ground is parched and cracks appear. Where there is a constant source feeding a
waterhole, incredible pools of water can be found in the most unlikely desert
places. You only need visit Uluru to see the wonder such an underground source
can bring, and tapping into that life giving source on a spiritual or emotional
level is just as crucial for survival and growth.
The watering hole in my head is not a void, it’s actually a source of great
nourishment and rich with resources. Will I take the time to sit by its edge,
draw from its depths what I need, or will I gaze into it as if into a deep
well, and it can be pretty dark down there, and fear what might be brought to
the surface. Self doubt, fear, criticism, apathy, whatever it is can all suck
the life out of us and leave us parched. Led me into some waterhole thoughts of
my own.
Respite from the scorching
heat
A place to dabble weary feet
In waters cool and calm.
The shade of sturdy eucalypt
Protecting from the rays
Dappled on the surface
Through the gum’s
outstretched limbs.
Drink it all in
In the daylight hours
Quench the craving thirst
And feel the restless spirit
Quietly come to rest.
Lay down by the water’s edge
As the sun sinks slowly down
See if sleep will come
For the noises of the night
Travel far.
Those who hide out
Through the day
Venture out at night
And come to take their fill
Just a stone’s throw from
your feet
Dark shadows scraping on the
ground
Furtive glances all around
Waiting for the enemy to strike.
Slither back, lean on the
tree
Draw your knees up to your
chest
Feel the pounding of your
heart
As you search the water’s
edge
And will the sun
To rise up from the east.
Sleep comes but oh so
fleeting
Filled with images
Of dread and fright
But as the dawn sheds light
A morning breeze stirs
gently
On the surface of the water
And the eucalypt whispers out
a sigh.
All is calm
All is right.