The Existential Paradox of Life...

The Existential Paradox of Life...
IS TO BE AFRAID OF LOVE WHEN ALL THERE IS IS LOVE AND FEAR. I am writing my first book. This is the beginning of the first draft. Divine Copyright exists on all MY written words. May the force be with you!

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Rivers of Love, Life & Something Else... 3...


...perfectly centred in the middle of the river.

By now, almost visibly shaking, I made a hasty exit of my Swallow and breathed a huge sigh of relief as my feet touched solid ground. The adrenaline was still pumping and I surely needed a moment or three, to recover.

And that, my friends, was the real beginning of my kayaking career.

Neil and Richard and Corran Bruce, Graeme and Jane all delighted in the retelling of their own experiences with paddling this awesome river.

"Oh, I meant to tell you all," says Graeme with patience, "That if or when ou find yourself stuckin a hole, it is perfectly reasonable to pop your own splashdeck and let your boat fill a bit with water and thereby cause your boat to be heavier and therefore free itself from the grip of the foam pile."

"Mmm nice one, thanks Graeme," muttered Philippa, from somewhere under her soggy hair.

That moment, which seemed to last half a lifetime, in Happy Hundting Grounds on the Tugela River, was the moment I became hooked on paddling and Heaven became truly manifest here on Earth.

How can one not get hooked on Heaven? Surely it is a Divine Conspiracy?

1 comment:

Lady Phi 1.618 said...

The latest divine conspiracy???

I landed directly opposite the church tower!