July 23, 2002

Dry Wells I woke

Dry Wells

I woke up last night around midnight to turn the fan off in our bedroom. First night we have really needed it. It cools things off, of course, but the noise is an unaccustomed barrier that disconnects us from our usual night sounds out the windows. I stepped out onto the porch into the tepid night air before getting back to my dreams.

The earth was silver and still, moonlight coming from over the barn shining lavendar through the thin clouds that veil its full brightness. The who-cooks-for-you call of the Barred Owl, last night very close to the house, tonight was calling from farther down the pasture, near the crook in the ridge where it disappears up the canyon of leaning oaks and white pines along the creek gorge. Crickets and katydids were in full evening voice, sound sine-wave rising, falling, their chorus mesmerizing in its repetitiveness, mantra-like, reassuring.

But there is something missing, and I could not quite say what it is at first, a layer in this night collage that was not in its accustomed place, disjointed.

Then it came to me that there is no water music. The creek now is so low that it is not the predominant background of sound that underlies the other natural noises. The murmur of the creek is a sound we have learned to hear past and don't in a sense hear it, until its source disappears. The creek's silence last night was a noise in itself. All across our region, wells are drying up from the three year drought. Of course it is not the wells that are drying but the very ground water source, the vast waters under the earth that contain the majority of potable water on Earth. When this source goes dry, it takes years, maybe decades to replenish. Some never come back after a sustained drought.

Even in my groggy state, I could not help but make the comparison between our water woes and the current drought and shrinking aquifers of the US Stock Market. I was not able to return to my dreams when I climbed back in bed. We are missing the water, now that the well is dry. Lord give us the rain, and give us wisdom during this drought.

Deuteronomy 28:12 The LORD shall open unto thee his good treasure, the heaven to give the rain unto thy land in his season, and to bless all the work of thine hand: and thou shalt lend unto many nations, and thou shalt not borrow.

Posted by fred1st at July 23, 2002 07:55 AM
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