Life is a big empty bucket. That is not a bad thing. It just means there is always space to add more, to gather in what the world has to offer.
That doesn't mean driving to another lake everyday to see if there is some water. It may just mean putting the bucket out to let it fill with sweet rain.
An empty bucket can be a drum or a silly hat or the place for your most precious treasure. That is the beauty of your empty bucket, it is yours and yours alone. We all have one but not all of us have learned to understand that empty is just a place for full to come and live.
Family photo © courtesy guest blogger Sue Harrison, somewhere in the great southwest desert.