The last week and a half have been a wild ride. What began as a normal day of canyoneering, nearly turned lethal. If descending the canyon had taken five more minutes, people would have died. I could have been responsible for the loss of three other’s lives, and potentially putting at risk a Search and Rescue team as well. The weight of that responsibility, even though everyone is safe, has been heavy on me.
Today I am humbled. Yesterday could have been the end of me, swept away in a flood of raging water. I underestimated nature, and its ability to turn from tranquil beauty to a freight train of violent energy that destroys without mercy.
Anyone who is pursuing an art form as a way of life knows, it is hard as hell. I know quite a few people who are pursuing some form of art in a significant way. People who are trying to earn an income through writing, painting, doing photography, or making music. We struggle. I often feel like I have to work so hard, only to get nowhere. Like I have been striving against the wind.