The water on the shoreline at our lake house was very high, so we thought it would be fun to drive to the dam and see the runoff that was surely going through the spillways. My husband looked it up – 2800 cubic feet per second.
When we arrived, it was quite a sight:
The sound and the breeze reflected the power of that rushing water.
Our lake has a relatively small dam, but it does produce hydroelectricity through the Tennessee Valley Authority.
It isn’t an old dam – built in the 1970’s – but seeing it caused me to think about our discussions at Book Club of the WPA (Works Progress Administration) projects from the 1930’s. In a terrible economic time, workers were paid to do all sorts of public works projects, like building dams (and being pack horse librarians like we read about in Book Club.)
Someone at Book Club commented that they didn’t think that would go over well these days – being told what kind of work to do if you wanted to get paid. Sadly that could be true. These days the government is just giving away money, without requiring any work at all.
Back to the dam – the might and force of the water pouring through was mesmerizing. Such energy rushing past.
Then I thought of the pent-up energy and frustration we are seeing in the protests in our cities these sad days. The strength and intensity is alarming.
If only we could manage to harness that energy into life-giving work and support, just as dams are able to harness the water’s potential into producing electricity – and lighting the world.