Sacred Transformation

sacred waterfall harmonia transformation

 

Transformation is death to an old way of life. This message is repeated to me over and over and over….

Three weeks ago, I hiked to the waterfall with my friend Terry. This is my sacred spot very few people in the history of the planet have ever seen. It is hidden around the bend of a stream, shaded by a canopy of tall trees growing on the side of a rocky mountain formed when Volcan Maderas erupted some unknown millennium ago. It is not easily accessible to most of the animals that inhabit the forest. There are not many humans who would have ever had reason to stumble upon it, either.

I still remember the feeling of clutching my hands over my heart, gasping and laughing when I realized this was part of Harmonia. Two days I ago I returned to the site, eager to show it off to my friends, but the landscape is now forever altered. It took the light from my soul for just a moment.

A large, very old hollowed out tree along the upper ridge of the gorge collapsed at the base, with the trunk now running against the rock wall and the treetop jammed into the lower pool, filling it with large branches and decaying leaves that have attracted algae as they decompose. I tried to move some of the submerged branches, but they were too large and heavy, with hundreds of smaller branches sticking out. Two weeks ago the bottom pool had a section of water 5 feet deep; now it is tangled knots of wood. The trunk blocks the rock climbing shortcut to the upper pool.

Another large tree (40’ ?) crashed from the fall. It could very well roll into lower pool as well during the next few months of rain. A third tree leans precariously over a cliff. Another single tree 20 feet from the base of the waterfall fell against the gorge last month. I have many happy never to be repeated memories of a solo male Howler monkey watching the humans from that treetop.

Oddly, a cairn (stacked rocks) I made two weeks ago still stood 12 feet away. Well, 4 of the 7 rocks were still in place in spite of the large commotion.

Looking up toward the left, there is now large patch of sunlight. I wondered how many years ago the sun splashed on the rocks and how long it will take for more trees and plants to fill in the space. As soon as that thought entered my mind, I began to landscape it in my head. There was never a space to grow flowers by the waterfall, but now I can plant hibiscus, white ginger, crepe myrtle, orchids and the tricolored purple/lilac/white Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow plant. Maybe a purple orchid tree and flaming orange malinche in the back.

My friends Jeff and Joanne suggested using the wood for benches, stairs, bridges, platforms and trails. It is inaccessible to trucks, so I cannot not sell it or use it for my buildings. I still have to wait for the rainy season to end to see what else washes away and manifest $3000 before I can begin the transformation. Until then, I am still a little sad at the thought of returning to see it in the destruction phase. I have not taken the back trail to the waterfall in a year. I am anxious at the thought, wondering if the beautiful hollowed out 300 year old tree is still standing. A year and a half ago a big storm took out two 60-inch diameter trees, blocking a smaller waterfall. I wish I had appreciated it a little more the last time I was there.

#transformation

waterfall post tree
Looking toward the bottom of the lower pool, with tree trunk hugging outline on the rocks.

 

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