I first visited the river in my dreams

It was so familiar

Every detail living and breathing in such clarity

I knew I had been there before

I knew it was real


To reach the end

To reach the spot where the journey can begin

A journey must be made to the beginning

Paddles dip again and again in high isolated black water

We tenderly hold life in hands as crossings are carefully chosen


Wet slippery rocks selected

To traverse the falls

Safely across the climb begins again

A family of lynx silently watches from the grass of the alpine meadow

All is still as the climb begins in earnest



We arrive

The water seems to come out of a sheer rock face

It spreads out and runs through this glacial rock laden indentation

A small powerful indentation in the earth’s surface


The river


Very softly

Very beautifully

The spillage…the physical location is small


Very small, very powerful and very beautiful

I sit exhausted

Exhausted, but knowing a peace that cannot be described

Finally I turn and look at her

Through it all she has said nothing


Through the initial description

Through the preparation

Through the incredible journey


She stands motionless staring at the water with tears running down her face


The silence and singing

Heavy and powerful

A heavy and powerful sadness also hangs over us both

Beauty and sadness mixing, merging and holding hands

Why the tears?


Why the sadness?

We cry knowing

Both our pasts

Both the people we thought we knew

Were now gone





And joy

As a sad beautiful song of clarity and joy


Spills into the thin air