Thursday, February 5, 2015

The Floating Amphitheater and Falling Into the Murky Water

     Leeb and I were watching C in some sort of seminar/performance.  The setting seemed to be New York.  We were on a platform above some water looking down on a floating amphitheater where C was.  We had Brogurt with us.  We watched as the group "performed". 
The group sang a song, the lyrics of which were very poignant and the melody was hauntingly beautiful.  Tears flowed as emotions released. C seemed especially moved. 
We watched.
      Brogurt became increasingly bored and wanted to play out on a dangerous ledge.  He began doing handstands and I became protective, reaching to grab and stop him.  Leeb said, oh no, he is good at this.  Then Brogurt dropped the book that he had been holding.  Leeb was now mortified. 
     My thought is that it was bound to happen.  A valuable book like that,  he should have been more careful.  The book plunged a hundred feet or so and splashed into the murky water.  It was a larger book about the size of my old White House book, but had a brown and gold leafed cover, appearing ancient and ornate. 
     Then, as we reached to grab Brogurt, we all fell down into the water. 
Oh, man, you know how I dislike  jumping or falling into water, especially from a great height.  Prepare to submerge.  Both Leeb and Brogurt submerged, but came up ok.  I considered myself fortunate only to have submerged up to my chest. Thank goodness for my built in floatation device.  My phone was in my chest pocket and I was fearful of it getting wet.  I was aware of the murky, cold water as we attempted to swim to safety.   At that point, I awakened.

January 20, 2015  

Hiking Up A Flash Flood Canyon

We had moved to a new house in a desert area.  I decided to go exploring and hiking by myself.  I came upon a riverbed and looked upstream.  There were the most gorgeous waterfalls in the distance.  I pulled out my phone to take a photo.  I intended to upload to facebook and say, "look what's in our backyard…sort of" 
 I hiked upstream along the riverbank and as I hiked the water disappeared from the falls and the streambed, leaving just wet sand. 
 I kept hiking.
  Eventually, I got to a place where walls narrowed around me and in order to continue upstream, I had to get down into the riverbed.  It was wet sand, full of debris and other obstacles.  I got to a place where a small waterfall had been, but the scenery had changed so much from the view further downstream.

  I climbed up and saw where the riverbed rounded a bend and I couldn’t see where it went from there.  As I looked up there, a man came around the bend.  He was dressed in hiking clothes, in his mid 30s, dark blond hair.  I didn't recognize him.  He greeted me and then voiced a warning that this was a flash flood area and that a dangerous flood was approaching.  I better get out of the way on higher or dry ground.  He asked me if I had hiked in from downstream and I said yes.  He expressed his unbelief that I had come in that dangerous way.  He said he would show me the way back to civilization a different route to the south.  I said, oh that's where our home is.
 As we spoke, we heard the thundering roar of a flood and we watched it wash down the canyon I had just hiked up. 
 Wow, that was a close call. 
 To think that I had just come up that area.  A few moments later and I would have been right in that flood and unable to get out.  I followed the man out for a ways and we came upon civilization again. 
  Then, a young woman in her 20s with dark hair (I couldn't place exactly who) came up to us and expressed relief that I had been located.   
 I awakened there.  There seemed to be no strong feelings except the difficulties of trudging upstream alone and relief of being rescued from a dangerous situation.

January, 14, 2015