Filling the Well

I had an old room mate that was a Cristian girl and she would say, "I need to fill my well." To do this she would rent out a dance space and go and dance. I could imagine her tall frame flying through the air with wild leaps, with no one to bump into.  What do I do to fill my well? I know how to empty it. Maybe it is okay to occasionally sit down at the bottom surrounded by moisture and moldy bricks. To watch the light flood in from the top of the well and only come up when my bones start to ache from the small space and the mold on my skin. 
Today I am sitting in the well. I will be back soon.