The title is a quote from Loren Eiseley, an American anthropologist, educator, philosopher, and natural science writer, who taught and published books from the 1950s through the 1970s. He received many honorary degrees and was a fellow of multiple professional societies. At his death, he was Benjamin Franklin Professor of Anthropology and History of Science at the University of Pennsylvania. (Wikipedia)
I remember first coming across this quote while in college, and as a swimmer, it held a special meaning for me.
I thought of it again this week when my son and I decided to take a drive out to Marsh Creek State Park, home of a 500-acre man-made lake. As soon as we got our first glimpse of the lake, I could feel an actual sense of calm settle over me. I can’t put it into words, but it felt like seeing the lake was exactly what I needed at that moment.
So yes, there must be some sort of magic in water, and we hope to go back again next week and do some swimming in the lake.
But then this whole thought was further amplified today when I was talking with one of our neighbors. I mentioned to her that we had met my wife’s sister’s family at the Willows, a nearby park that has both a little pond and a stream. It’s a beautiful setting, and it was a nice way to spend a couple of hours.
My neighbor then said that she had just been at the park an hour ago, because she just needed to see some water, and once she did, she felt better.
So how odd that the two of us both felt the same need/sensation about water in the same week.
Perhaps it’s the lockdown that has us appreciating even more what nature has to offer us.
And if these two incidents don’t prove Eiseley’s words, I’m not sure what would…
(image from Dragonpipe Diary