On the way home my travelling companion and I stopped at Kakabeka Falls. Known as Niagara of the North, Kakabeka Falls plunges 40 metres over sheer cliffs and some of the oldest fossils in the world. As a result of my experience there, and the few days prior, I wrote the following:
In no way was I prepared for the sight I beheld
Even though I had been there years before
In the heat of the day I moved quickly along the path
In the heat of the day I moved quickly along the path
Drawn by the water's continuous roar!
The mighty falls carved their deliberate way
Thundering down the gorge
Froth and foam merrily erupted
As into the canyon the water poured.
I took delight in this powerful scene
Of huge momentum created by cascading water
I could have stood all day and watched
Even though it became hotter and hotter!
For the sight and sound of this powerful movement
Seemed to trigger a shift in me
From all that I was ready to release from my being
To live more authentically.
Fear, hesitation, stubbornness, self-diminishment
All released in the mist
Carried away by the water's surge
I was powerless to resist!
A jump of excitement was felt within
Was this my just reward?
Or merely a signpost of passing a bend
Now ready to bounce out the door.
Ready to embrace and engage with the newness
As if leaping into the gorge!
Equipped with the willingness to express myself
Opening many new doors.
As if to concur the falls thundered unceasingly
Indicating there was no need to hold back
Instead the sheer excitement, the unparalleled thrill
Of diving in with the wind at my back!
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