Showing posts with label Reconnection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reconnection. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 July 2011

Waterfall



It's supposed to be therapeutic to walk to waterfalls, so I walked to this one. You can only get to it if you walk, so I knew that the way would take me away from things.  To get there I had to turn off the main road where the river runs under a bridge and follow a minor road along the river to a village. This is as far as it makes sense to go by car. From the village another road - only just wide enough for a car - winds up the valley with the river rushing past in a ravine below. It turns around some sharp hairpin bends, passes a few remote farms, then becomes a dirt road to the last farm at the top of the valley. After that it's a footpath, then just a hardly visible line across some fields, which brought me to a huge ash tree where I sat, ate my lunch, and took the photograph above. I didn't meet anyone on the way except a dog that barked at me through a farmyard, quite a few sheep in the fields, and a toad that crossed the road just in front of me and was kind enough to to stop by the hedge and be admired.

So I sat and drunk the waters of the waterfall in my mind, drinking in peace and harmony even though the cascading water was anything but tranquil. I was here, and sane, and at the end of the world with a wall of rock enclosing the top of the valley. A glacier had made this. But in my moments of  escape it was a wall against the world. Feeling restored after a while I left the tree and dropped down to a lower field which was the way to the falls. This was a bog and it was difficult to get much closer without going through it. I squelched around for a while, then turned back. I could only go back by the way I had come, reversing the way across fields, the track and the narrow road. Thankfully the dog was not in the farmyard, then I saw him up on the hillside with the farmer rounding up sheep. The toad had gone too. Arriving back at the village I met a man cutting the grass on the bank outside his cottage. He wished me good day. It was a welcome back to the human world.

At home I lit a candle. Imagined myself human again. Reconciled to the world.