Cool misty fog sits on the knurled surface of the river, soft gurgling ripples back from the banks as our kayaks rip through its texture. Early morning sun leaks through the freshness of a new day, ringing all it touches with a halo. Tenderly poking through the tall, green grass, a fawn sates her waking thirst, barely noticing our passing, as she steals our breath.
Distant rumbling thrashes through the forest surrounding us, breaking our meditative journey. Dragging our kayaks onto a beach, we trace a tributary with our curiosity, hiking into the unknown. Rumbles becomes thunder,as we round the bend to the base of a majestic waterfall.
Scrambling for purchase, our hands and feet coalesce into an intricate dance bringing us closer to the mouth of the cave from which the water plunges. Stringy hair mats to our faces, muscles sting from exertion and the cold kiss of the cascading falls.
Exhausted we sit on the precipice, watching the water throw itself to the fates of gravity. Life leaks between us in so many words as we gape at the beauty of our surroundings, counting all our blessings, between friends.
I think we are going to start trying to have that baby we have been talking about...
For a while we just sit, silent in the warmth of his declaration, staring into tomorrow. There is no doubt that all is right in our worlds.
Two weeks from now, he will leave his wife for his ex-girlfriend and her lesbian lover. Walking through the threshold to a new life, he will never answer my calls or emails again, leaving me watching as all he had crashes into the hard stones at the base of the falls.
Forsaking all, he sought more...
These thoughts were brought back too me as I read the news recently of Tiger. His story makes the news because of who he is, but there are so many more left untold. It leaves me wondering if following your heart is really all that wise, at least without consulting your head...and maybe an honest friend or two.
Once you cross that threshold, its hard to go back...