Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Water



The older I get, the more of this I drink each day. Desperately trying not to dry out? To turn to dust? To dissolve and fade away? I don't know, but I drink enough of it. Great stuff. Water.

Could you imagine a world without water? Clean water? To cook with? To bath in? To drink? Already a lot of our world is like that. People struggle in these conditions from day to day. While we, here, in other places, take clean water totally for granted.

It's human nature, isn't it? So many things we take for granted. Things that have always been there. Things that are plentiful. Things that are easy to get. It's only when these things are taken from us that we remember, we realize, we understand how precious they are.

This post isn't really about water. It's more about a couple different things that are on my mind. The bottle of water on my desk just struck me as an interesting parallel. A reminder. Look around in your life and see, remember, realize, understand what it is that is important.

Let the rest pale.

4 comments:

Poetikat said...

Excellent. We have a Brita filter attached to our kitchen faucet and I drink water more than ever now, BUT I do try to conserve it too. We have a water-saver shower head and I reuse humidifier water on my plants. I also reset my washing machine to smaller loads once the water fills up initially. That way, the rinse water is less.

I try to think about and appreciate every resource we have.

Kat

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

You're so right! My dear death car accident in 1987, has opened my eyes to appreciate the moment and everything in it. I have a Buddhist friend who reminds me while in that moment, e.g., as I'm typing, to feel each key, listen to the sound it makes, listen to my surroundings, enjoy! Only a monk could actually do it all of the time, but we mere humans can do it too! Thank you, pv! A true reminder! :))

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Omg, I posted dear death! That dear should have been near. Believe me, Peter, I love life too much to say dear death. But of course you know what I mean. I think! :))

petra michelle; Whose role is it anyway? said...

Hi Peter! Am still smiling at your comment on Fiddle-Dee-Dee. I did enjoy writing that one. Sometimes, as with anything else, it just flows and comes sout effortlessly. Thank you, pv. :))

I hope you enjoy "Wayworn Home". It's been so hectic, posted one of my oldest mini-scripts. Hope you're having a wonderful weekend! pv :))