The inner debate is going well. I fed the creative side and it is giving logic a hammering for a change. For too long in my life have I logically reasoned out all the bumps on my way, it is time I evolved my thought process to a more creative approach.
Right now though, I choose to just be. The river water passing down from the mountain is as clear as glass. In between the few rocks that divert the flow in turmoil around it, I can see fish battling upstream. Really don’t know if they’re trout or other kind but they are making quite some work of it. Swimming upstream; it is the way a lot of us prefer to do our living. I have preferred mostly to go with the flow although, when my hair gets raised in the back of my neck, my “B” personality instantly advances to “A”
In a sudden impulsive moment I remove my clothes and join the flow of steady water. Excellently fresh and icy cold, the water laps at my knees and I decide to go all the way. Irresistible feeling of panic washing through my core as the cold threatens to clamp my lungs; I surface and climb one of the smooth washed rocks. What is better on earth? Sun warm on my back, cooled body temperature, some fluffy cirrus cloud strands up over the mountain and gorgeous green vegetation lining the stream of pure delight. Good thing my right brain won the debate, the word for this moment in time just doesn't want to jump into my head.
Picking up a flat washed river stone, I swing it low across the river and it skips five times until it hits a rapid and disappears under water. Physics, what a wonderful balance we have on this earth; what magic it really is. There, fuel for debate; physics can never be connected to magic, doesn't matter how stunned you are with your surroundings, physics is just that. Oh but when one encounters the absolute coming together of laws of gravity, factors of friction, density of matter, wind resistance calculation and specific weight of the object – one may use the word “magic” to describe the event. I may thus tag this instant as “a magic moment”; another victory for the creative lobe.
Up high in the sky is a fish eagle scanning the river for a possible feed. I hear the birds on the side scattering for cover and I wish my camera was close. The damn raptor is heading my way; am I going to witness more magic? God’s creations jump to mind. From being a little kid right up to my unchaining of religion, they have all been God’s creations, cannot help it – it is ingrained too deep in my being to instantly call it a creation of evolution. But no, I will not lead myself into that debate; it is so trounced through already. The eagle comes low over the tree tops and dives inches past the last branch to glide over the water and take the fish from the side. Utterly amazing, there may be a lot who have witnessed this but I feel rightly honoured to see the live show, all naked, all on my own, one with the earth.
I lie down, close my eyes and concentrate on thinking nothing; itself, a major challenge for an introverted Gemini mind. How to shut out the din? The birds are having a party while a fish jumps close by, and all the time the river flows; like life is an endless constant flow of routine and happiness, hap hazard surprises and introspection; endless stream of thoughts, discussions, habits and dreams. The birds are but a distant rustle now, the flowing water fades and numbs my senses, I dream of magic moments.