10 January 2004
Flirting With Waterfalls
Sadly, I must sell my beloved wilderness property. So, I'm concentrating on enjoying it while I still can. This is something I have to do alone, so that I can hear myself think and experience all of my many feelings about it. Today I made my familiar circuit around the property, admiring it and marvelling at it, and telling it how much I love it.
My very favorite spot is just below the largest waterfall, which is about ten feet high. During the winter, it turns into a mighty cascade that roars and foams and throws up splashes of cold, clean, mountain water.
Today I climbed into the waterfall and practically made love to it. I laughed and squealed in the spray, yelling, "Yeah, splash me! Aaah you taste so good! You're so swift and strong! You think you can rush me? Do it! Yeah!" I scooped big handfuls from the plunging rapids and slurped them up, revelling in being wet and gritty.
"Ha ha," I said to the falls, "I have owned you!" Really, it's absurd that you can own a force of nature. The falls roared back at me. I suspect it didn't give a shit about my alleged "ownership".
Once I was well-soaked with icy mountain creekwater, I climbed around to the other side of the falls and collected a beautiful rock, one of the loveliest ones I've found here. It volunteered to make this sacrifice with me, and come to the City, and never see its beautiful whitewater canyon again. It'll occupy a special place on my little altar.