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Since my last visit, they've deepened the hole considerably and have recently installed a construction crane.
"So...um..."
I blinked in surprise as my sweetheart turned from our embrace to reach into a drawer behind him and carefully withdraw something from inside. When he turned to face me again a moment later he was holding a small music box in his hand. With a deepening blush and a bashful smile, he held it out for me to see and explained, "I made this for you."
"Oh!"
A soft smile touched my lips and I felt myself blush as well. I was touched by this sweet gesture of his! I smiled up at him with surprise and curiosity.
"Thank you! But what's this for? It's not my birthday!"
He laughed softly and slid his arm around my shoulders. He explained, "No, I know. I just wanted to give you a reason to smile."
"But you always give me a reason to smile!" I exclaimed with a soft laugh. Pulling my gaze from his I returned my attention to the small music box. Reaching up, I gently turned the crank all the way and let it play. And as I did, I opened the box and gazed inside.
My heart began to melt as I saw the little details of the two small male figures that resembled us dancing under a painted sky of twinkling stars, the moon, and a shooting star.
"Thank you. This is so beautiful..."
And as I leaned my head against his shoulder, I brought my hand to my chest. There was no doubt about it. I know we'd only known each other a short time and we shouldn't rush anything...but I couldn't help but find myself falling in love...
Can't Help Falling in Love (Lullaby) - Music Box Lullabies
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~Thank you to my husband Vin for giving me reasons to smile every day! ♥
(And also for not only modeling for me but creating the pose as well! Be sure to check out his own photography ((and other poses cause...yanno...Be My Mannequin? Pose Store)) in People in Photo!)
Twilight time to dream awhile
In veils of deepening blue
As fantasy strides over colorful skies
of form disappearing from view...
Moody Blues
Standing in my driveway tonight, I watched this sunset develop..just as I was ready to go in, the colors deepened and blew my mind.
164/365
"Twilight Time,
to dream awhile In veils of deepening blue.
As fantasy strides over colourful skies of form disappearing from view." - Ray Thomas (Moody Blues)
Diptych:
Polaroid SX-70 Color film. Polaroid SX-70 Pronto camera.
'Roid Week Spring 2022, Day 2/2
when we are mindful, deeply in touch with the present moment, our understanding of what is going on deepens, and we begin to be filled with acceptance, joy, peace and love.
thich nhat hanh
wishing you all love, joy & peace at christmas
I've always wondered about mental illness in the pioneer days. They were as susceptible to it as anyone today. Why do we hear so little about it?
While it certainly existed, it was simply not written about in any large way.
I'm currently reading Caroline Fraser's Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder. Fraser pieces together the fragments Wilder left out, including some pretty horrible situations.
While recalling an incident, the author mentioned the affliction being called "shack-wacky," though I think that term comes from the 1930s. It's possible there just wasn't a name for it. Maybe "silly" (meaning "insane" at the time).
Fraser also mentions Hamlin Garland, another author who I need to read. She calls him a "chronicler of prairie depression."
Though we (might) look back on the pioneer days as a full-time episode of Little House on the Prairie, Hamlin apparently tells a much different story.
The dedication to his first book read: "To my father and mother, whose half-century pilgrimage on the main traveled road of life has brought them only toil and deprivation, this book of stories is dedicated by a son to whom every day brings a deepening sense of his parents' silent heroism".
Granted, it's fiction, but there's not much else out there. I've (thus far) found only one 10-page paper about mental illness of the pioneers, written in 1985.
I'm definitely missing something, but I suppose I'll start with Mr. Garland.
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'Guest in the Attic'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil München Anastigmat Actinar 4.5; 135mm
Film: Foma Retro 320
Exposure: f/11; 1/250sec
Processed: Foma Retro Special; 4.5min
Oregon
July 2022
I love this shot of the mountains! The afternoon shadows are deepening, and it just proved to be a beautiful shot. This, of course, is the Grand Teton National Park. I had just finished a number of shots at Mormon Row, the Moulton Barn to be exact, and I was heading to Jenny Lake, as my last stop for the evening, and this shot just grabbed my attention! Hope you all enjoy!
Grand Teton National Park
Teton Park Road
Beaver Creek, Wyoming
082923
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The snow was now beginning to deepen after crossing the snowy stream, below. . The Matterhorn can be seen clearly in the distance.
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Children playing in mustered field in Bangladesh.
As winter deepens in this country that lies athwart the Tropic of Cancer, the landscape is coloured, across the country, with vast swathes of fields of Mustard, lending an impressive, almost magical quality to the almost endless views across the deltaic plains.
A July 1st view of Mount Rainier here looking large in all her glory. The deep blue color of the sky caught my attention as did the great greens this time of the year. The superb Hoya HD3 Polarizer deepened the saturation a little and there wasn't much editing to do at all. This particular polarizer goes from cool to warm a lot as you turn it and is worth the extra money for me. I think it was set just slightly to the warm side here since it was late in the day and the light was very blue. Oh, and it's a 3 shot HDR, all raw and natural in Lightroom.
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i love his hands (and then the feet). just last week i passed this very spot. a giant derrick is pulling up sand, deepening the channel. that sense of depth when one is swimming. it changes everything.
Storm Eunice,high tide, winds around 60-70mph
At low tide "Marine Lake" is being dredged to deepen it, comments please...
It is a commonly held belief that the tide neven comes in at W-S-M, here's the proof that it does.
Location: 69th Floor, Royal Park Building
Minato-Mirai, Yokohama, Kanagawa-ken, Japan
Handheld and I hated the glass wall.
EARTHQUAKE
2:46 PM, 11 March 2011 - we just had an 8.4 magnitude earthquake and I was never so scared like this. Public address speakers roared for tsunami warnings.
5:48 - Local televisions are now having live coverage of the damages that the earthquake and the 4-meter tsunami have caused. Buildings and houses were torn and cars were washed in places along the coast near the epicenter. Particularly Miyagi, Iwate and Fukushima prefectures..
However, the Japanese government is still trying to assess the damage and injuries from the earthquake.
Japan Meteorological Agency measured the earthquake at 7.9 while the US Geological Survey upgraded the the strength of the earthquake to 8.9.
6:11 PM - I am still at the office as the transportation services were paralyzed and can't even call my brother here or anybody in the Philippines as the telephone system is down.
Taken from Yahoo: The quake that struck at 2:46 p.m. was followed by a series of powerful aftershocks, including a 7.4-magnitude one about 30 minutes later. The U.S. Geological Survey upgraded the strength of the first quake to a magnitude 8.9, while Japan's meteorological agency measured it at 7.9.
"Dahlia 'Gwyneth' is an elegant waterlily dahlia with fiery orange blooms, paler in the centre and deepening as the petals age"
At least, I think that's how they describe the Merced River on the way into Yosemite Valley!
Lots of boulders in this river, although there are parts where the river deepens and widens out, making the water look almost calm. I took this from the Vernal Fall Bridge, so you can see a hint of Vernal Fall in the distance.
Tacking Point lighthouse.
For weeks the mid north coast region of New South Wales has fallen victim to devastating bush fires which have been burning out of control.
As at 8 November 2019 a total of three lives have been lost and in excess of 150 houses have also been destroyed.
With the fires comes a never seen before blanket of thick heavy smoke which hangs heavily overhead.
The result of the heavy smoke darkened the sky and made visibility almost impossible.
This image is as it was captured and is not edited.
It shows the Tacking Point Lighthouse as it was at 1.55 pm on Friday 8 November 2019.
By 3.00 pm the smoke haze deepened and completely blocked out the sun.
Motorists were forced to drive with headlights on.
Port Macquarie, New South Wales, Australia.
The mystery of Swayambhunath - the famous Monkey Temple of Kathmandu deepens when darkness falls upon the ancient structures on the sacred hill.
The distant peaks glow with the last light of the setting sun as twilight deepens on Cottonball Basin in Death Valley.
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.. yet another month draws to a close, leaving me wondering where it all went. I still have a to-do list referring back to June, and I am looking at August now!
Well - it was the month of the heatwave, and the month of ever deepening drought. We are told to expect more of both in the coming months - not a cheering thought.
And, even though the authorities speak of the pandemic in the past tense, Covid is still very much with us. The peak in Scotland was in June, and July has seen a fall in the numbers infected, which is encouraging. But there are new variants appearing, and each time we seem to start from a higher base. Autumn and winter don't look promising with no protective measures in place. Add spiralling inflation to the mix, and the outlook is hardly rosy.
So I find myself tuning out the news, and turning to familiar things. Summer in the garden which is full of flowers, and new fledglings discovering the world about them as they learn to fly! The barley is ripening, and we have had some rain, which might help rescue the potato crop and the fruit too.
And of course there are my cameras - and Flickr. This month has been more based around home and garden for subjects to shoot. Familiar flowers and landscapes, evening and morning sun and clouds. Energy has been low, but maybe August will see us at the coast and inland beauty spots. I hope so!
Many thanks to everyone who has visited my photostream and for the comments and faves.
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Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, it is twilight time
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Fingers of night will soon surrender the setting sun
I count the moments darling till you're here with me
Together at last at twilight time
Here in the afterglow of day
We keep our rendezvous beneath the blue
Here in the sweet and same old way
I fall in love again as I did then
Deep in the dark your kiss will thrill me like days of old
Lighting the spark of love that fills me with dreams untold
Each day I pray for evening just to be with you
Together at last at twilight time
Buck Ram
"Placating replies to curious eyes
Deepen no oceans, broaden no one’s sky.
With frontiers belittled, invention dies.
Life is shared mystery, let us ally.”~N. Parkison
Sunrise against the massive Ship's Prow at 12,000ft, Chasm Lake, Colorado.
deepening december shadows of sculpted bridge masonry on a nearby building. for more images in the vrbs series, click here
As the nation commemorates the centenary of the end of the First World War, a new installation at the Tower of London, Beyond the Deepening Shadow: The Tower Remembers will fill the moat with thousands of individual flames: a public act of remembrance for the lives of the fallen, honouring their sacrifice.
This new artistic tribute by Designer Tom Piper and Sound Artist Mira Calix will run for eight nights, leading up to and including Armistice Day 2018. The installation also brings together the work of Creative Director Deborah Shaw, Lighting Designer Phil Supple, Staging and Movement Anna Morrissey and Flames and Mist Effect Mike Jones.
La mine Domaniale était une mine de charbon à Kerkrade dans le bassin houiller du sud du Limbourg et la plus ancienne mine de charbon industrielle des Pays-Bas.
En 1958, 3 000 personnes travaillaient à la mine Domaniale et 481 kilotonnes de charbon étaient extraites chaque année. Les signes d'une crise du charbon étaient déjà perceptibles, mais il fut néanmoins décidé d'agrandir la mine avec la concession Neuprick . À cet effet, un nouveau puits a été construit en 1962 . Trois ans plus tard, en 1965, la décision fut prise de fermer toutes les mines néerlandaises. Les parts de la Domaniale Mijn Maatschappij furent reprises par l'État néerlandais et en 1969 la production s'arrêta définitivement. La superficie de la concession s'élevait alors à 885 hectares.
Schacht Nulland ( Neuland II ) a été construit en 1907 selon un projet de Th. H.Fr. Wilhelm Husmann. En 1919, le puits atteignit une profondeur de 260 mètres. En 1966, le puits fut encore approfondi jusqu'à une profondeur de 370 mètres.
En décembre 1965, la décision fut prise de fermer toutes les mines du Limbourg . Le jeudi 28 août 1969, le tout dernier wagon de charbon est amené à la mine Domaniale. En 1970, le puits a été rempli de béton jusqu'au sol de 63 mètres. En 1971, tous les bâtiments autour du puits ont été démolis. Le bloc du puits a survécu, a été restauré et est aujourd'hui un monument industriel. Début mai 2014, des jeunes enfants ont provoqué de graves dégâts. Schacht Nulland est ouvert aux visiteurs.
The Domaniale mine was a coal mine in Kerkrade in the South Limburg coalfield and the oldest industrial coal mine in the Netherlands.
In 1958, 3,000 people worked at the Domaniale mine and 481 kilotons of coal were mined each year. The signs of a coal crisis were already visible, but it was nevertheless decided to expand the mine with the Neuprick concession. For this purpose, a new shaft was built in 1962. Three years later, in 1965, the decision was made to close all Dutch mines. The shares of the Domaniale Mijn Maatschappij were taken over by the Dutch state and in 1969 production stopped permanently. The concession area then amounted to 885 hectares.
Schacht Nulland ( Neuland II ) was built in 1907 according to a design by Th. H.Fr. Wilhelm Husmann. In 1919, the shaft reached a depth of 260 metres. In 1966, the shaft was further deepened to a depth of 370 metres. In December 1965, the decision was made to close all mines in Limburg. On Thursday, 28 August 1969, the very last coal wagon was brought to the Domaniale mine. In 1970, the shaft was filled with concrete up to the ground of 63 metres. In 1971, all buildings around the shaft were demolished. The shaft block survived, was restored and is today an industrial monument. At the beginning of May 2014, small children caused serious damage. Schacht Nulland is open to visitors.
The castle was built in the 12th century by the barons of Beynac (one of the four baronies of Périgord) to close the valley. The sheer cliff face being sufficient to discourage any assault from that side, the defences were built up on the plateau: double crenellated walls, double moats, one of which was a deepened natural ravine, double barbican.
Keep
The oldest part of the castle is a large, square-shaped, Romanesque keep with vertical sides and few openings, held together with attached watch towers and equipped with a narrow spiral staircase terminating on a crenellated terrace. To one side, a residence of the same period is attached; it was remodelled and enlarged in the 16th and 17th centuries. On the other side is a partly 14th century residence side-by-side with a courtyard and a square plan staircase serving the 17th century apartments. The apartments have kept their woodwork and a painted ceiling from the 17th century. The Salle des États (States' Hall) has a Renaissance sculptured fireplace and leads into a small oratory entirely covered with 15th century frescoes, included a Pietà, a Saint Christopher, and a Last Supper in which Saint Martial (first bishop of Limoges) is the maître d'hôtel.
At the time of the Hundred Years' War, the fortress at Beynac was in French hands. The Dordogne was the border between France and England. Not far away, on the opposite bank of the river, the Château de Castelnaud was held by the English. The Dordogne region was the theatre of numerous struggles for influence, rivalries and occasionally battles between the English and French supporters. However, the castles fell more often through ruse and intrigue rather than by direct assault, because the armies needed to take these castles were extremely costly: only the richest nobles and kings could build and maintain them.
The castle was bought in 1962 by Lucien Grosso who has restored it.
Visitors to the castle can see sumptuous tapestries showing hunting and other scenes from the lives of the lords of the period.
The Château de Beynac has been listed as a monument historique by the French Ministry of Culture since 1944.
Tune : 🎶 Eva Cassidy - What A Wonderful World 🎶
Every day the sea
blue gray green lavender
pulls away leaving the harbor’s
dark-cobbled undercoat
slick and rutted and worm-riddled, the gulls
walk there among old whalebones, the white
spines of fish blink from the strandy stew
as the hours tick over; and then
far out the faint, sheer
line turns, rustling over the slack,
the outer bars, over the green-furred flats, over
the clam beds, slippery logs,
barnacle-studded stones, dragging
the shining sheets forward, deepening,
pushing, wreathing together
wave and seaweed, their piled curvatures
spilling over themselves, lapping
blue gray green lavender, never
resting, not ever but fashioning shore,
continent, everything.
And here you may find me
on almost any morning
walking along the shore so
light-footed so casual.
~ Mary Oliver A Thousand Mornings
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or a winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
Dark, dark my light, and darker my desire.
My soul, like some heat-maddened summer fly,
Keeps buzzing at the sill. Which I is I?
A fallen man, I climb out of my fear.
The mind enters itself, and God the mind,
And one is One, free in the tearing wind.
Theodore Roethke. In a Dark Time.
Wast Water is a lake located in Wasdale, a valley in the western part of the Lake District National Park, England. The lake is almost 3 miles (4.8 km) long and more than one-third mile (540 m) wide. It is the deepest lake in England at 258 feet, and is owned by the National Trust. It is one of the finest examples of a glacially 'over-deepened' valley. The surface of the lake is about 200 feet above sea level, while its bottom is over 50 feet below sea level.
“The type of mind that can understand good fiction is not necessarily the educated mind, but it is at all times the kind of mind that is willing to have its sense of mystery deepened by contact with reality, and its sense of reality deepened by contact with mystery.”
-Flannery O’Conner, MM, 79.
In late summer and early fall hydrangea leaves darken and turn various shades of red. The flowers, too, deepen their shade.
Waiting for the shadows to deepen in the valleys.....the wind battering me and the camera.....finally, a hint of blue!
Another stunning dowiana primary. It just opened. The petals and sepals should deepen in color a bit as it matures. Another favorite.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wast_Water
Wast Water or Wastwater (/ˈwɒst.wɔːtər/ WOST-waw-tər) is a lake located in Wasdale, a valley in the western part of the Lake District National Park, England. The lake is almost 3 miles (4.8 km) long and more than one-third mile (540 m) wide. It is the deepest lake in England[1] at 258 feet (79 m), and is owned by the National Trust. It is one of the finest examples of a glacially 'over-deepened' valley. The surface of the lake is about 200 feet above sea level, while its bottom is over 50 feet below sea level.
Surroundings
The head of the Wasdale Valley is surrounded by some of the highest mountains in England, including Scafell Pike, Great Gable and Lingmell. The steep slopes on the southeastern side of the lake, leading up to the summits of Whin Rigg and Illgill Head, are known as the "Wastwater Screes" or on some maps as "The Screes". These screes formed as a result of ice and weathering erosion on the rocks of the Borrowdale Volcanic Group, that form the fells to the east of the lake, towards Eskdale. They are approximately 2,000 feet, from top to base, the base being about 200 feet below the surface of the lake.
A path runs the length of the lake, through the boulders and scree fall at the base of this craggy fell-side. On the northwestern side are the cliffs of Buckbarrow (a part of Seatallan) and the upturned-boat shape of Yewbarrow. Wast Water is the source of the River Irt which flows into the Irish Sea near Ravenglass.
Name origin and pronunciation
"Wastwater" comes from "Wasdale" plus English "water". " 'Wasdale lake' or 'the lake of Vatnsá, lake river'. The present name rather curiously contains the reflexes of both Old Norse 'vatn' 'water', 'lake', and Old English 'wæter' 'water', with the meaning 'lake' probably influenced by the Old Norse 'vatn'.[2]
The valley is pronounced as in was, not with a hard a: the name of the lake similarly but with a soft "s" as in "thou wast". The lake is named "Wast Water" on Ordnance Survey maps but the spelling "Wastwater" is used with roughly equal frequency, including by its owner, the National Trust, along with the Cumbria Tourist Board, and the Lake District National Park Authority.
Points of interest
The Lady in the Lake
In 1976, The Wasdale Lady in the Lake, Margaret Hogg, was murdered by her husband and her body was disposed of in the lake. She was found after eight years, with her body preserved like wax due to the lack of oxygen in the water.
Underwater gnomes
In February 2005 it was reported that a "gnome garden" complete with picket fence had been placed in the lake as a point of interest for divers to explore. It was removed from the bottom of Wastwater after three divers died in the late 1990s.[3][4] It is thought the divers spent too much time too deep searching for the ornaments. Police divers report a rumour that the garden had been replaced at a depth beyond the lowest they were allowed to dive.
PC Kenny McMahon, a member of the North West Police Underwater Search Unit, said "Wastwater is quite clear at the bottom, but there's nothing to see. At a depth of about 48 m, divers had taken gnomes down and put a picket fence around them. But several years ago there were a number of fatalities and the Lake District National Park Authority asked us to get rid of them. We went down there, put them in bags and removed the lot. But now there's a rumour about a new garden beyond the 50 m depth limit. As police divers we can't legally dive any deeper so, if it exists, the new garden could have been purposefully put out of our reach."
Water extraction
Water was first pumped from the lake during World War II to supply the Royal Ordnance Factory at Drigg. It is pumped to the nearby Sellafield nuclear facility as an industrial water supply.[5] The Nuclear Decommissioning Authority is allowed to extract from the lake a maximum of 18,184.4 m³ a day (over 4 million gallons), or 6,637,306 m³ a year, to use on that site.
Favourite view
On 9 September 2007, Wast Water was announced as the winner of a vote to determine "Britain's Favourite View" by viewers of ITV.
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The triumph of the night begins in colour and ends in splendour, it is the break between the light of evening and of morning, the dark that is interrupted by the Sun.
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BATTLES over religious symbols in Britain continued when a Christian woman took on British Airways over her cross necklace and a Muslim teaching assistant defended her stance on wearing the veil.
The debate has amplified in the week since British leader of the House of Commons Jack Straw appealed to Muslim women to remove their veils to improve face-to-face communication and prevent separate cultures from taking root in Britain.
Rifts over the veil deepened at the weekend, as opposition politicians accused Muslim leaders of encouraging "voluntary apartheid" by forming closed societies.
The Conservative Party's shadow home secretary, David Davis, said Britain risked social and religious divisions so profound that society's very foundations, such as the freedom of speech, would be "corroded".
Britain's Race Minister also waded in, saying a 24-year-old Muslim teacher who refused to either remove her veil while teaching young children or to work with men, breached sex discrimination rules.
In this latest incident, the teacher, Aishah Azmi, was suspended after complaints from parents that their children could not understand her, especially as many had English as a second language.
The school principal that suspended Mrs Azmi reasoned she did not wear a veil when she was interviewed for the job and face-to-face communication was essential for teaching English as a bilingual support worker.
Mrs Azmi defended her veil as a moral necessity and said to deny her the self-respect and dignity it afforded was discriminatory against Muslim women.
The Sunday Mirror quoted Race and Faith Minister Phil Woolas as saying: "She should be sacked. She has put herself in a position where she can't do her job. She is denying the right of children to a full education … she is taking away the right of men to work in schools."
His comments came as about 60 Muslims demonstrated against Mr Straw, calling him a "Christian fascist".
Mr Straw had said the veil was "a visible statement of separation and difference", not required by Islamic faith.
As a matter of routine, he would ask his Blackburn constituents to show their face while in meetings with him.
Meanwhile, Christian groups were defending the "right" of a Heathrow airport check-in worker to display a necklace with a silver cross the size of a five-cent coin.
British Airways does not permit a cross to be visible, but allows Muslims and Sikhs to wear turbans, hijabs and religious bangles because they "cannot be concealed".
Nadia Eweida, 55, said she had been forced to take unpaid leave over the cross, which was a "silent witness" of her faith in Jesus.
The dispute arose a day after she attended the airline's "diversity training" that taught tolerance towards religions.
Stories of people wanting to protect or protest against a particular expression of faith inundate the British media every day.
A married mother in Rotherham, who had a contraceptive method fail, was aghast that a Muslim-owned pharmacy was allowed to cite religious beliefs in denying her the morning-after pill.
And the Royal Mail wrote an apology to a Muslim woman wanting to post a parcel after staff in Penwortham, Lancashire, refused to serve her unless she removed her veil.
the age.com
With every provocative, mischievous response, the thirst deepens. First, his need for water from the well, but then her need for the living water he will give, which will flow up from the depth of her being. Finally, the deepest thirst of all emerges, which is the Father’s thirst for her: ‘For also the Father is looking for such worshippers of Him.’ God thirsts for her, this woman whom others regard as soiled and compromised by her many love affairs. Jesus’ human thirst has been the first moment in the revelation of the Divine thirst, for the Father longs for her!
--Questioning God, Timothy Radcliffe and Lukasz Popco