Drainage sounds like a purely soil related thing – managing runoff, groundwater or designing great golf courses – where the water flows, where it goes, is a blend of nature, gravity, science and high-art.
Drainage has other meanings. Being drained, feeling drained, having the stuffing drained from is not human taxidermy or embalming – but rather the experience of letting events, words and actions of others let the air out of our metaphorical tires. It’s like you can hear the hissing of the air like a leaky balloon.
We can’t help it. It happens. What matters, methinks, most is whether we refill, re-pump and inflate ourselves again. There is no app for this – this is a manual exercise.
Stretch first, reach high …
Slowly, methodically, I don’t feel so drained, not so strained. I’m no longer running on empty.
So how much is enough? The answer calls for a degree of objectivity. Looking around I see many people with ‘not much’ and they get by very nicely. Many of them are quite content and happier than those who by comparison have a great deal. The more you have the more there is to worry about; taxes, market corrections, the price of oil. Sometimes less is more. The trick is to do the most with what you have and regard the glass as half full, DM, Puerto Angel, OAX, MX
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