It is a beautiful day here on Laughing Water Farm and I am feeling especially fortunate.
Yesterday, upon arriving home from a trip to town, we discovered we had little water pressure; the pump was not turning on. The circuit breaker was not thrown. I checked the power in the line where it goes down into the well; we had power there. At 77 years of age, I have given up climbing down a twelve foot well pit to actually check things out properly, but I couldn't hear a click that indicated the pump was trying to turn on. I feared a frozen pump. The pump was only two years old so that was disconcerting.
I called for professional help. He couldn't come out until this morning, which was okay, as we always have jugs of water stored in the basement for just such an emergency.
He discovered there was no power at the the pump. On investigation it was discovered the electric wire was broken just below the splice where I had checked it. Redid the splice and, voila, the pump came on. When he checked out the system, he discovered the bladder in the pressure tank was collapsed. The pump came on after only discharging a gallon of water. Which meant that the pump was turning off and on frequently, which means more wear and tear.
The wire runs under the ground from the house and then over the edge of the well pit. {I didn't want to drill a hole in the side of the hundred year well well pit; the rocks were loose enough.} The splice was where the wire went down into the pit. It has been like that for several years but I knew that a well placed kick could probably loosen the splice. However, the splice was good; it was broken a few inches below.
Who knows how the wire broke; but if it hadn't, we would never have known the pressure tank was defective. With hard Winter coming on the last thing we would want would be for our pump to go out. Perhaps it would have lasted through the Winter. Perhaps, but I see it as a blessing in disguise.
Many things in life are like that. You react as if it is a tragedy and then in retrospect you see the blessing. Many years ago, I read somewhere, that when you are overwhelmed with life disturbances, to say to yourself "all is well". Keep repeating it, until you can feel the truth of it. It is an exercise that came to me yesterday. Water is precious to me.
I hope I haven't bored you folks who are not interested in these mundane matters, but we do have to take this illusion seriously. Knowing it is an illusion doesn't help when you can't see the door out of it. There is nothing like a threat to the bodies comfort or well being to get you involved fully in the illusion. Interestingly enough, it also, reinforces the opposite, the knowledge that we are much more than our bodies. We realize that most of our life is in our mind; in our thoughts, in our relationships, in what we love. We take the comfort of our bodies for granted. One can float along for quite awhile without any reference to our body. Until you get a pain. When you get to my age, you have a paradox. You know absolutely that you are not a body; yet, your body doesn't go along with that conclusion and it constantly reminds you of its presence.
Have a wonderful day folks! Know that paradise beckons.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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