Something about expectation. They made this one up to be so profound. I was hoping, of course.
They said it was life changing. Those were their words. What they told us when they came back from “the elusive waterfall.” So we went looking for it. Twice. The three of us. Bob, Gunnar and me. It used to be four. And every day like yesterday, I still wish to share these special places on the mountain, our mountain, his mountain, with Forrest.
I’m going through yesterday’s pictures, sharing a few but wish you could see them all though you might get as bored as Bob and think maybe a few hundred is more than enough.
I’ll start with this. I’m no cinematographer, but Bob suggested I try to capture the sound of water flowing beneath frozen surface of the creek in a hidden draw along the mountain. An intimate sound. Not very “visual” but I think you might get the point: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClLSFqAdN0E&feature=youtu.be
Seeking the obscure destination, the life changing waterfall. Not the words I came up with, but ones I held onto. Ready to have my life changed. Maybe I say it wasn’t a big deal after all. Yet take a few minutes to reflect and maybe you’ll see it was. That’s how it happens sometimes. Not all at once. Not obvious. Slow like water cutting rock.
that was their
thing not mine
though I confess I
and what I found was
and the love
of my husband
of getting my partner
off a mountain
with a blown out
knee and funny if you
knew this was not
the first time
the dog and
I scrambling this precarious
incline on all fours
and I was scared as
we slipped down a slope which
doesn’t seem like
much unless you were there
because we had to see
more and it was
I guess I was expecting something else. I thought we’d get there and be bowled over and everything would be new and different and wonderful. My manuscript sold, my dog behaving perfectly, my son finding his chosen path, my grey hair turned brown and my wrinkles smoothed over, our property sold, our debt gone and all these ideas for the next book I’m working on just flowing like water from my mind onto paper…
After getting over the initial shock that this was cool, but that’s about it, I started to see.
Life changing experiences. Are what we make them. Do we allow ourselves to be affected, and grow and change or do we hold on to what we were yesterday and think we want tomorrow without seeing what is in front of us today?
My life is the same today as it was yesterday, only my legs are more sore, and nose a bit sunburned, both of which are fairly regular. But me, I am different. Not just today, but every day. Some things in life I don’t want to change. That’s a tough one. Figuring out what we can carry with us into tomorrow. For starters, I’ll carry my husband, if need be. Especially if those knees quit him again.
2 thoughts on “Follow the flow”
Yes, Gin, it is as life changing as we open to and allow in. Imagine that Bob being so in tune to suggest the chosen photos be the ones giving us the sound of the inner assurance of life and sustenance. (My take – )
Look at Gunnar’s intelligence…alert and responsible and at Bob’s demeanour which seems to focus on willing the knees to work. (Again, my take – )
The pastels on the Pavlova ice remind me of part of a past life – in the North – while in the embrace of a wilderness trodden by few, if any, footfalls.
Overall, you mete out glimpses of your life in this piece like the suggested fall of water, so excitedly, under their caps of camouflage.
And we shall see, big sister, what images will unfold shortly… a different form of beauty indeed. Thank you for being there for me…