 Remembering Waterfalls
American Basin in the top of the Rockies bursts into riotous
color for a brief two weeks in the middle of July each summer.
We love to meander up the long jeep road to the top of the
basin in anticipation of the wonder and beauty.
There is a waterfall in the basin that doesn’t take
a precipitous drop, it simply flows from a glacier in the
tundra and rushes the icy blue and white water down the
mountain. I love the adventure of hiking at 12,500 feet
along the rocky, slippery trail. Last year I met a Ptarmigan
and her chicks who scampered unafraid under my feet, and
I laughed at the furry, fat marmots sunning on the big flat
rocks.
There is a long, rocky ledge nestled in just under the
top of the falls. Very slowly and carefully, I like to ease
down on that ledge and dangle my boots over its edge and
watch and feel the water cascade in every direction around
me. I look down and see the fields of flowers below the
falls that the water nourishes. I know this water is heading
all the way to the ocean, and I am thrilled to be here at
the beginning point of that journey.
I sit there until I am sure I remember each rock, each
turn, each spray, and each moment with my waterfall because
I want to take its nourishment with me. It takes some careful
climbin’ and some serious sittin’, to memorize
a waterfall.
Life Upgrade Coaching Questions
Is there a visual memory that you tap into to center yourself?
Does that visual inspire and touch your heart?
Do you take the quiet time to experience that moment regularly?
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