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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There’s something altogether spiritual about a good soaking rain after a long dry spell. Spiritual as in “lifting one’s spirits,” one’s soul cleansed and refreshed, the body buoyant again after the equivalent of crawling on hands and knees over the parched desert soil for months on end, squinting forlornly at the cloudless sky. It is not for nothing that spiritual seekers who can’t quite get right with their God bemoan the “aridity” of their quest. Seekers, writers (and lovers) go through “dry periods,” when the moisture that is an essential lubricant of every social and creative discourse is absent. One…