Until I moved to Arizona, I hadn’t thought about water and how the liquid gives us life and connection and cleared spirits. The east coast is plentiful with water. Growing up in Western New York, there was a lake at the edge of our town, creeks in my grandparents’ backyards, waterfalls at Letchworth State Park, the Great Lakes, the Finger Lakes, the Atlantic Ocean, all within driving distance. My other grandparents had a cottage along the St. Lawrence River at the 1000 Islands. Water literally surrounded me, not only in bathtubs, kitchen sinks, showers, pools, and garden hoses, but everywhere we visited. I had no worries or concerns.
The Hohokam, original Indigenous peoples of Arizona, built over 500 miles of canals which sustained approximately 80,000 people, and probably more, using what is now the Gila and Salt Rivers. Those rivers have since been diverted by Arizona for man-made lakes, drying them nearly to dust.