Looking at the ink bottle on my desk labeled Encre, I wondered how long it had been since I had written with any of my fountain pens or quills. The pigmentation had dropped to the bottom of the glass container leaving the top clear. It was a perfect reminder of silt, that fine sand and earthy matter only moved by running water.
People have a capacity for memories that can be likened to holding ponds. The memories lay still until a storm or inflow of movement stirs them up. To keep a pond healthy there has to be a way to introduce fresh water from a feeding stream or a good rain. Without these resources the pond stagnates, inviting less than desirable mosquitoes and pond scum. The storms that bring fresh water to these ponds also stir up the silt. The water takes on a murky quality for a while but it always passes and the silt is moved along.
I picked up the ink container from my desk to shake it up. Sitting it back down I began to watch and wonder.