Water Worries

For as long as I can remember I've had serious issues with water. Bill Hybels talks about this idea called "A Holy Discontent." From what I understand, it's something that drives you or bothers you or motivates you from somewhere deep inside and pushes you to action. I think it's usually some injustice or something that's wrong with the world, but it seems to connect to you in a strong way. For me one of these things would be water.

I think this may have started when I was a little girl and I saw something on Nickelodeon or Sesame Street or Mr Roger's about conserving water. But I just remember way back not running the water when I brushed my teeth and not wanting to take baths (although that may have been for other reasons ;)  ). Around my house my family gets so sick of me because I'm ALWAYS running behind them turning off faucets and I always have a fit when we water the grass. I think the concept of watering your grass is one of the stupidest things ever. I can NEVER understand the point of this, and when I finally have a house one day I will have the brownest yard on the block, and suburbia police will probably kick me out of the neighborhood. Who am I kidding I will never buy a house in suburbia.

But I digress. Water and me. Wasting water drives me crazy. I know that one day there will be wars fought over water and that freaks the crap out of me. And all of this is just going down the drain drop by drop. I'm a firm believer of "If it's yellow let it mellow" and I try my best to conserve water. I do need to start taking shorter showers or at least showering less often. Get ready for that my friends! :)

So I really want to figure out a way to spread awareness of water conservation or figure out an ingenious water filtration and irrigation system. I feel so helpless in this water war.

Here's a poem I wrote today.

Love to you all. It's been a while since I've blogged but that's a whole nother blog in itself.

I am thirsty

My mouth is parched and

My body is

Dry

Wanting to soak up any ounce of

Liquid

I can get my hands on

I need you like

Oxygen

And while I breathe in and out I

Stop myself

Afraid of losing even more

Moisture

I close my mouth

Trying to breathe through my nose

While all the while

Searching

For any sight of what looks like

Water

I find it

Murky and brown

Stagnant and festering

It sits in a puddle

Below my feet

I wonder how many people have stepped in this before me

I wonder how many animals have used this as their

Toilet

But I cannot wonder about that now

There is no time to think

No time can be wasted

My desperation grows

As my body aches

I know that what I need the most might

Kill me

As is the case so often with

Desperation

But I cannot be afraid of death

Because my need is just too great

My desire overwhelms my sense of

Logic

My emptiness consumes my ability to

Reason

So

I fall to my knees

Flinging my arms at the sides of this puddle

I dive in

Head first

Letting my mouth fall to the surface of the

Mud

I hold my breath

Pressing my lips against the

Wetness

And I

Drink

Deeply.

I can’t afford to think about the future

About days in the bathroom

Or hours spent vomiting into a bucket

I don’t quite understand what the parasites

Will do to my body

Although I know for sure that something dire will happen

But my urgency is stronger than my

Fear

And this moment is more real than

Tomorrow