The ground was wet after the morning rain and I picked my route carefully, trying not to slip in the mud, trying to keep my running shoes relatively dry. Kids and dogs caked in brown splashed past me. I left the main trail and headed up the sharp hill, making my way around the rim of the falls, until I was directly opposite the rushing water. I stood quietly, letting the sound of the water fill my ears. Gradually I became aware of the energy of the water, the powerful surge as it hit rock, the reverberating splash into white. The energy embraced me, pulling me forward. I felt dizzy and held on to a small tree, afraid I would fall into the gorge below. It was scary, yet exhilarating, and I stood mesmerized until footsteps in the gravel behind me broke the spell. I tried to refocus on the energy, but the moment was gone, everyday reality flooded back in. I was disappointed, but smiled at the couple as they took my place at the edge. As I walked back to my car I wondered if they were feeling the pull of the water.... the energy of nature.