“Most misunderstandings in the world could be avoided if
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Showing posts with label Creekbank. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Creekbank. Show all posts
13 December 2017
27 December 2015
Iced Tree Lines - Grant Creek, Missoula, Montana

27 February 2015
Cottonwood Corridor - Missoula, Montana

But they have their similarities.
The good news is I did not fall in the creek yesterday - which would have been hilarious, since not life threatening this time of year, but terribly inconvenient to my hectic afternoon at work.
The little outcrop of tree debris and ice - which I heartily poked with a stick to be sure it wouldn't sink - lured me with promise of a better perspective; a low leg stretch brought it in reach. I just didn't count on a camera arm extension adding too much teeter to my tottering islet. Oh, plus I let go of my designated safety branch attached to the big, sturdy tree. Enter flailing, stage right (where is my safety branch?!); exit with a less than spectacular topple onto my right hand - which also cradled my phone/camera/music source, thus bending my headphone jack, cutting out sound to the left earpiece. BUT neither I nor phone/etc embraced chilly water ie. good news.
Which circles back to falling in love - really!
From my (dry) point of view, here are a few parallels:
- the glorious possibilities of in-loveness can addle our sound judgement and even nudge us off balance from a more cautious perspective. Thus, It's a good idea to (metaphorically) poke future scenarios a little more aggressively and with a sturdier stick
- sometimes a stretch out of your comfort zone leads to a clearer perspective
- alternately, sometimes how far you have to stretch is a big fat clue that this is not a smart choice
- we often try to do too much in the limited special time we set aside, instead of simply being fully present in a beautiful moment - and then we miss out on half of what we need to hear.
- when falling ends in a bad landing, we are somewhat shaken by realization that it could have been much worse, and mentally promise ourselves to never again be this stupid - well, at least not this exact version of stupid.
That's all I've got.
But perhaps you can cull a few more similarities, from your own near-fallings, love- or other-ward? I'd love to read your comments, below!
Labels:
Corridor,
cottonwood trees,
Creekbank,
Grant Creek,
Missoula,
Montana,
Nature,
Snow,
stream,
Urban Nature,
Water,
Winter
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