The Sanctity of Water

Blogfriend 47whitebuffalo (aka Eva) writes today about water and the ways in which we take it for granted.  Inspired by her, I thought I’d do the same.

We’re lucky in this country.  Most of us have clean running water at the turn of a tap.  Our showers and tubs pour forth hot water, our toilets blithely take away our sewage.  And we all take it for granted.

Close your eyes.  Imagine life with no running water or indoor toilets.  Imagine having to share a communal well that has been corrupted by fecal matter.  Imagine having to walk miles to get fresh water every day, carrying it on your back.  Imagine rivers of sewage with no way to drain it off.  Imagine standing on the muddy banks of a stream that once ran clear and abundantly, looking at a trickle and wondering if it would ever return to its former glory.

It’s snowy here in the Northeast and I hear so much complaining about it.  Don’t they realize that this is how our wells and reservoirs are replenished?  Don’t they realize that our drinking water comes from the sky as well as the earth?

I don’t think so.

We’re so spoiled.  We take long showers, wash three items in a washer full of water, leave the water running as we brush our teeth or rinse our dishes and we never once think about waste.  Time was when dishes were washed in a dish pan and the grey water dumped on the garden.  How often do you see that happening anymore?

I encourage everyone to pause and think as you use the water given to us.  Use less where you can.  Stretch the use if you’re able.  And be grateful; oh, so grateful.

With little effort, it could be oh so different.


About Melissa Crandall

A million years ago--round-about the first Ice Age--I cut my writing teeth on fanzines and science fiction media tie-in novels. I'm happy to say that I've since branched out to include fantasy, horror, essays, and narrative nonfiction. This site will keep you up-to-date on my adventures in writing. I live in Connecticut with my husband--who frequently wonders what he got himself into by marrying a writer--two cats named Tuna and Gypsy, and a semi-neurotic Australian shepherd named Holly.
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4 Responses to The Sanctity of Water

  1. Hello Melissa, reading this is like reading a continuation of my own thoughts and images as I wrote my post about water. You added all the details right down to fecal contaminated water. Thanks for helping to spread some awareness–we hope!!!

  2. I once took water for granted. No more. Where I live in the U.S. our water is non-potable due to over use of nitrates by the agriculture industry. All the water my family uses for drinking and cooking has to be hauled in by me from fifteen miles away. And I am grateful for it.

    • Thank you for sharing this, Simone. People need to realize that folks who have to work for their water don’t live only in far-away countries, but right here. Kudos to you for learning gratitude for what you have. I’m sure that you are instilling it in your family and friends and they will be the richer for it.

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