Ginger Green
Bio
From a stale cubical in a Chicago high rise to the expanse of southern Africa. Life can lead you in many exciting ways if you just let go of the wheel and let fate steer you. My life is a testament to that... and I wouldn't change a thing.
Stories (2/0)
Wedding Drums
There is a large cliff at Mantegna Falls, a steep and rocky climb. My fingers barely grip each small crevice, and my toes cling to every diminutive overhang as I pull my body up the face of a massive rock. At the top, I am too out of breath and too dizzy from the steep drop to remember why I have put forth so much effort. I only pause for a moment to take in the majestic view of mountains divided by this river pushing through between the rocks, and the tops of all these old trees staring up at me. The waterfall is to the right, sill towering over me, blessing me with mist as it falls 20 meters below. Its urgency to continue on its broken path is loud and distracts my thoughts from the task at hand. I step out to on the ledge; shaking as a few small pebbles roll past my white-knuckled toes and tumble down, vanishing into the cloud of vapor. There is no turning back, for there is no other way to get down off this ledge but to jump. Every second spent looking into the depths below makes it 100 times more difficult to rationalize this daring fete. Eyes closed tight, lips pressed tightly together as if not to let a word of good reason slip past. I push off the rock until there is nothing but air and drops of water pushing back at the souls of my feet. I am suspended for what seems like hours, heavy as I fall, feeling as if I will never reach the pool of water that awaits me. Screams cannot escape my lips. There is no time for fear, only to fall. When I finally hit the water, it is like hitting a brick wall, but the sensation is euphoric. Blissful happiness and relief fight through feelings of exhaustion and terrifying apprehension. This mix of emotion, this level of complete and utter exhaustion, is how I can best describe the weekend of my Teka.
By Ginger Green3 years ago in Wander
Wedding Drums
There is a large cliff at Mantegna Falls, a steep and rocky climb. My fingers barely grip each small crevice, and my toes cling to every diminutive overhang as I pull my body up the face of a massive rock. At the top, I am too out of breath and too dizzy from the steep drop to remember why I have put forth so much effort. I only pause for a moment to take in the majestic view of mountains divided by this river pushing through between the rocks, and the tops of all these old trees staring up at me. The waterfall is to the right, sill towering over me, blessing me with mist as it falls 20 meters below. Its urgency to continue on its broken path is loud and distracts my thoughts from the task at hand. I step out to on the ledge; shaking as a few small pebbles roll past my white-knuckled toes and tumble down, vanishing into the cloud of vapor. There is no turning back, for there is no other way to get down off this ledge but to jump. Every second spent looking into the depths below makes it 100 times more difficult to rationalize this daring fete. Eyes closed tight, lips pressed tightly together as if not to let a word of good reason slip past. I push off the rock until there is nothing but air and drops of water pushing back at the souls of my feet. I am suspended for what seems like hours, heavy as I fall, feeling as if I will never reach the pool of water that awaits me. Screams cannot escape my lips. There is no time for fear, only to fall. When I finally hit the water, it is like hitting a brick wall, but the sensation is euphoric. Blissful happiness and relief fight through feelings of exhaustion and terrifying apprehension. This mix of emotion, this level of complete and utter exhaustion, is how I can best describe the weekend of my Teka.
By Ginger Green3 years ago in Humans
