Water is everywhere I look as I write today, and it gives me great pleasure to see it and to be part of it, with great gratitude for this manifestation of abundance.
It is early, just becoming light in these misty hills and valleys of the ancient Celtic lands where I live, and even the birds are not awake yet. As I walked outside, as I always do at this time, a gentle Welsh rain was falling on a translucent landscape, onto soft bronze leaves from the old oaks all around as the great River Wye, full and magnificent, cascaded over timeless rocks, singing as she did so. Beneath the covering of leaves the grass was vivid green and the earth beneath it sodden, oozing water from days and nights of intermittent rain. Water, the gift of Spirit, was, and is, everywhere.
My appreciation of these signs of nature is heartfelt, and tinged with poignancy also as I remember the places in Britain and other parts of the world where water is scarce and needed, and where people are dying for the lack of it. In many developed countries there has been, it seems forever, the assumption that a dry season is an aberration and normal seasonal patterns will resume, and that water will always be available somehow. Meanwhile, rivers are drained and water courses altered to enable more building for more people, as one example of how water has been misused and abused and taken for granted for decades. It has to stop.
I have learned not to complain if it rains, but to celebrate it, even if it makes life uncomfortable from time to time. Life without water would be a very different kind of life, and not just for humans, we beings who have contributed so much to its scarcity and who still do not, truly, appreciate its priceless value.