Is water sacred? Every spiritual body in the world has some ritual or belief, in which water is not only important, but central to the rite or belief. So, again: Is all water sacred? I would say yes, but more sacred to some than to others.
The water supply for my small city is pumped from a lake on the other side of a salt water tidal river. Getting our water from a lake is weird enough — I always lived in places had giant steel water tanks, or city water systems. The thought of drinking water out of a lake gives me the willies.
My complaint is about getting water from a big lake, in which people swim regularly in the summer. Consider the people in the world who have no water supply, but must carry water from a river or pond, or who must dip buckets into muddy puddles for water without which they cannot live.
So, to these people, water is sacred, spiritually; it’s also sacred physically. In India, that numbers 17% of world population, potable water access is 4% of the world’s fresh water. (Information courtesy of Fast Company at the link provided.) China, Russia, and of course, many countries in Africa, are so short on water supply that lakes are drying up.
World water sources are scarce, and water supply is unevenly distributed. The earth retains all the water we ever had — recycled over and over and over. So where has the balance gone? Into crop support, which uses huge amounts of water; burgeoning improvement of life station in China means that showers are using up more of the drinking water daily; (Information courtesy of Fast Company.) We developed countries in the world may just as well thumb our collective noses at those who drink unsanitary water every day, while we make sure our lawns and our flowers are never thirsty, and always look as good as the guy next door.
Oh — back to my city’s water supply, an excellent example of drinking water waste. Our water passes through a pipe under a tidal river; over the last few decades, leak after leak has been found in that pipe, which allows salt water in. This water then requires further decontamination, and surely we waste fresh water out of some of those holes. One of our water towers, open to the sky, provided a good place for bird shit, leading to E. Coli bacteria in the city’s water.
I live in Bath, Maine. The city water tastes just like what they call it: Bath-Water. But I drink it, no questions asked, remembering the people of the world who wish they could drink from my faucet, even only once a day.