I live in a city built on a desert. To sustain life, those living here 200 years ago desperately needed one thing: water. So they built a dam on the thin river running through here.
The water then flowed out to irrigate growing crops miles away, providing food. Water quenched the thirst of those living at the nearby Mission. Indians lived right on the river, because they needed it’s lifegiving power.
The dam still runs across the river. The area is a park where families hang out, dogs swim, hikers hike, and bikers bike.
The river nourishes flora and fauna. It produces a riparian paradise of greens.
The river has worn the rough edges of granite smooth.
Even delicate blooms flourish on the riverbanks.
We need water, air, food. We also need nourshment and sustenance from things we can’t see or feel or touch. Intangibles. As you’ve built your life, through the years, what’s been your inner, intangible source? What do you rely on when the rough edges need smoothed, the tiny bits of beauty threaten to dry up, the green loses its sparkle?
For me, I would name as the sources of my life God and love. If I have those in perspective, If I recognize these are what sustain me, then I’m better able to handle the rough, the fragile, the dry. How about you? What’s carrying you through?