I remember the day my sister came home from the hospital. My mom was sitting with her on a woven bed and in the background men were installing a water pump. For the next year I would love pumping up and down and filling the buckets with water whenever we needed them. What a luxury it was to get water so easily.
As I would grow up my memories of water would take on a different context. There would be the great water of the Atlantic ocean as I flew to America for the first time. There would be the water of the Great Lakes as I grew up in Michigan. The water of the Bosphorus as I learned to live in Istanbul and now there is the water of the Potomac that we walk by on warm evenings.
|From a trip to the UP.|
|From a frequent ride on the ferry in Istanbul.|
I realize what a privilege it is that my current thoughts of water are filled with happy memories. It is amazing that so much of the world doesn’t have access to clean water, leading to thousands of deaths every day. Matt Damon is the co-founder of Water.org and he wrote this great piece in the Huffington Post encouraging us to use our voices to bring attention to this issue. I hope you will join me in giving thanks for access to clean, safe water and if you can, I hope you will donate to the UNICEF Tap Project or Water.org.
|I feel like I am in Tissot’s “A Passing Storm.” (via the Romantics)|
But within minutes the storm is over. There is only the sound of water trickling out of the gutters. It is a gentle and calming sound. The pink light of daybreak is escaping the blues and grays of the sky. My tea is still warm and it soothes me again.
|Right after the storm from our family room window.|
Happy first day of spring! May we always embrace the changing seasons.