So many voices go through my head as I work the land.  I often wish I could record the thoughts, insights and inspirations.   Today, I felt imprinted with the voice of the water.   Without her, we can not create.    With the water now open and trickling, the little hand dug canals through the forest have begun.   Feeling the forest dirt dancing with soil was a moment for me.  A moment when I remember who I am and what I am doing.  Today we also dug for the fish pond that has taken the name of Pond Won Angel.   It is very large.  I have learned to go big with the fish pond as they, the fish, need a deep space that allows for cooler areas.

Jim and I are very, very happy with our machine operator…a young lad from Loja whose name is Angel.   Hence the ponds name.   Angel gets the instructions..he understand what we ask and why.

Tomorrow we do the swimming pond that will be to the side our our abode.   This pond has no name today…it will arrive in it’s creation.

It feels so good to be in the creation once again!    I must admit that I have grieved this work for the past couple of years.   I putter and ponder and the life of the inner being comes alive.

I will say that the foundations are being laid with water.   She is our first friend and most beloved companion.   Water is LIFE!