The Age of Women and Water part 2

My journey with water has been that of an evolution unto it’s own.  Living in the suburbs and city as I child where the water was heavily chlorinated, while sensitive to that I would just not drink the water. Also holds true as a young adult and thereby moving to different cities precluded me from knowing what a good drink of water was. By the mid eighty’s when my first child was born I grew aware that I needed higher quality of water for my baby and myself. For that I would have 5 gallon bottles of spring water delivered to the house, thus began the decades of plastic water.

The heavy 5 gallons of water that were delivered at my door step sometimes 7-8 bottles had to be moved and stored this never an easy task.  Steven would assist me however more often than not he would be out of town when the task was evident.  Finding myself proclaiming the role as the water bearer of the family; the feminine of a household of men.

Perhaps my first pure drink of water was when I visited my father in PA. where he was receiving his water from a deep artesian well. It came out cold from the faucet and tasted so good as he did not add the chlorine.  With my increased desire for the purest water I would go to great measure and sometimes absurdity to assure I always had a clean drink.

the age of women and water – part 3

Love and Gratitude


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