Pacificmelody's Blog

I've got the computer keys to the kingdom!

This I Remember

10 Comments

North Carolina Waterfall

There’s more and more of my early years that slips away from me as years go by. I don’t remember much from my childhood and envy those who can spout off chapter and verse.

But I do remember, for a short, enchanted period of time, living beside a waterfall. And the muted thunder of sound filled my days and nights like music, weaving itself into the fabric of my dreams, as subtle and necessary as a heartbeat.

I remember climbing up a steep slope, carpeted with pine needles. It was so slippery I had to hang onto the trunks of trees to haul myself up. Laughing till I could hardly stand, breathing in the cool, delicious fragrance of the pines. The waterfall would throw off spray with a chuckling sound, as if it were laughing at my silly antics. I don’t remember the faces of my parents, although I know they were there. Strangely enough my memories of this place are all sensory.

Perhaps that’s why my recent move to the Pacific Northwest seemed almost to have been preordained, or perhaps it was the awakening of the memories of trees and water and crystalline air which drew me so strongly to my new home. Whatever the reason, I am glad to have these memories to call my own and to share. I  wish I could have shared a picture as well, but the only one I could find was too small, so I have chosen a lovely substitute. If you’re ever in the area of Bright Water Falls, Near Henderson, you might come across it, and if you do, think of me.

Advertisements

Author: Melody J Haislip

I'm either a transplanted East Coaster or a born again West Coaster. My heart kept pulling me toward Oregon, and when I followed it I found my dream, which I am living daily. My dream of becoming a writer has come true as well. I am in the company of people who speak my language, and the sense of community is healing hurts I didn't know were there. I am very grateful for my enormous good fortune.

10 thoughts on “This I Remember

  1. Copy and paste this link. press enter. type inside the box
    Bright Water Falls, Near Henderson, Saluda, NC and you’re there. I believe the A marks an author who resides there and the falls look to be to the left a bit.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Memories are those bits of treasure we get to tap into when we allow our mind the opportunity to entertain us. We are such complex human beings. Science could never have thought us up!

    I really enjoyed those story of yours and I hope you will share many more with us. I love good stories. 🙂

    Like

  2. Funny how things/events/places can trigger forgotten memories like that. And it sounds like a lovely place you have moved to. Waterfalls are so lovely and soothing I think. 🙂

    Like

    • I hope you can open this. It’s Multnomah Falls, and it’s only about 20-25 minutes from where I live! Oregon is where I belong. You should visit someday.

      Like

  3. That was beautiful and I know well the distant smell of pine and how it can change with each season from the heat of summer to the coldest part of winter. You made me miss my mountain top, it’s a good memory, thank you.

    Like

    • Dan, it’s so nice to hear from you. I’m happy if I brought back good memories for you. I have always loved, and had a special affinity for, trees, and the fresh, clear air of the mountain tops!

      Like

  4. I see a picture drawn by your soft words and I felt it’s more clearer than the photograph of the place you shared here.

    A sweet description of fragrant memories.

    Best Wishes

    Eyewitness (Former Member BlogCatalog)

    Like

  5. You’re so welcome !

    Best Wishes

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s