I’ve been thinking about water: you can’t be from Minnesota without feeling connected to it: from the mighty Mississippi and the Red and the St. Croix rivers to Lake Mille Lacs and Superior and all of the thousands of waterways that surround us. .
Here in India I’m thinking about water non-stop. It’s the height of monsoon season. Typically, heavy rains fill the lakes and provide water to sustain the tribal people and surrounding farms and hamlets for the entire year. Last season, it didn’t rain enough and this year, it’s even worse. This lake, right in front of the encampment where I’m staying, would normally be filled. That it’s not much more than a shallow pond that’s shrinking daily brings me so much distress it’s hard to find words. .
You can sense the worry in the local people about how dire the situation could get if the rains don’t come soon. Festivals and prayers for the monsoons are being held every day. I’m saying my own quiet ones, too.
Water - how essential it is to sustain life, how much we use and how much we take it for granted - consumes my thoughts here with a ferocity I didn’t expect. A lesson in the obvious from this part of the world that has so much more to teach me.
It started raining about three hours after I wrote this, as we were on our way back from the village. Not enough to even begin to make up the seasonal rain deficit, but enough to make a bit of difference for the crops and fill the jugs outside of the homes for a day. Not enough. But a little respite. I hope there’s more tomorrow.
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