There is an old story, the versions are different I’m sure, but I find it worth re-telling, no matter how mangled I may make it.

There was a little fish who swam all over the oceans of the world looking for water.

She did not realize that it was what allowed her to live and breathe and have her being

and what she swam within … while she was looking for it.


My interpretation:

You always have a source

It may be within you,

but you always

have a source.