For leisure and, more importantly, self-reflection, I went on a short weekend getaway. Taking control of myself and shutting out the rest of the world was immensely therapeutic. It is one of my favorite things to do, especially when I have a lot going on — from meditation to journaling to evaluation with curiosity, to name a few. I came upon a waterfall throughout my trek that expressed more with its silent sounds. This is the poem I wrote when self-reflection collided with a deafening wall of quiet.
The cascading sound of a waterfall
It pierces louder in the forest.
Between the trees,
It summons me, whispers my name.
The nearer I come,
The more ferocious the splashes.
The amorphous form of its host
The ground’s fortitude in the absence of gravity
to contain the never-ending flowing water
The randomness with which each droplet
finds its way to the entire body
The profound tranquility it exudes
Even if you have a restless soul
The sounds of a waterfall can lull you to slumber.
The halt in time that its presence creates,
The attunement of self it mirrors
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
(Daisy M. Kiyemba)
Taking care of your mental health is important, therefore don’t hesitate to do so. Despite the busy schedule– find the time, make the time. You matter.