wet life drip moist damp cloud here yes drink suck slurp gulp gone none parched pinched paucity salve swim immerse cleanse anoint where there mirage drought dry slip slide ease merge one spurt grasp groan cracked arid shrivel douse dunk splash soak wade. now oh lord deep bless bliss wet *** Visit Facebook for Traversing’s daily 1-minute blog, featuring snippets of wisdom and other musings from the world’s great thinkers and artists, accompanied always by lovely photography: http://www.facebook.com/TraversingBlog Twitter: @AndrewHidas Flickr: https://www.flickr.com/photos/andrewhidas/ Deep appreciation to the photographers! Elizabeth Haslam, whose photos…
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Short of being completely disabled or extremely young or elderly, we must work. From the lowliest worm to the sparrow to kings and queens, we have to get after our daily labor. In one form or other, directly or indirectly, we bring the vegetables in from the fields, the meat from the plain, the water from the river, going about our appointed tasks to keep ourselves fed and hydrated. Call it Darwin’s first imperative: Do what we must to get food and liquid down our gullets and survive for another day. *** *** Here in the West, we often conflate…
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I am writing at least the beginnings of this post at 35,000 feet, after missing a complete night of sleep since leaving our Delhi hotel at 1 a.m. to catch a 4 a.m. flight. Twelve hours, two meals, zero sleep and a connecting flight later, I am feeling strangely invigorated after lumbering blearily through a long morning. My body seems to have forgotten its profound sleep deficit as it bows to some even deeper circadian rhythm of needing to be awake, given that it’s late afternoon and natural sleep hours are still a long while ahead. Last night’s lost sleep…