I NON WANT

Today our yoga meditation focused on non wanting. This grabbed my attention, as moments earlier I had been non wanting big time. I non wanted the inevitable love scene in a romance where two people shower together, and instead of a quick clean-up, hasty dry, hit the bed, the counter or the floor, they make love in the shower for six pages. Shower sex! All I can think of is the gallons of water running down the drain. This especially bothers me when this takes place on a yacht or cruise liner, or in a trailer, where we know there is a limited amount of fresh water in the holding tank. It bothers me in a household when they carry on until the hot water runs out. I sometimes wish the icy water would turn their girl/boy parts blue in retaliation.

I non want people leaving the water running from the tap while they brush their teeth. How hard is it to turn it on and off when needed? Or those that throw their clothes in the laundry after every wearing when they aren’t dirty, or run the water the entire time they wash dishes.

I non want when I hear a friend bragging about the thirty-minute shower he takes – his way to decompress after work, and wonder of many others are indulging in this wasteful practice. How can you live with social media raging on about the green movement, the droughts, the decreasing amount of fresh water on the planet, and say, “Oh well, I don’t have to help out”?

I non want each time a new damn is built holding back more water so a few farmers can get a better yield, or more power can be harnessed to feed the expanding need for electricity. I non want a culture that never looks ahead far enough to say, “Hmmm maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

Like everything on our planet, water is a precious and limited commodity. I non want to watch it disappear.