A waterfall is a place where the world suddenly shifts—where solid ground gives way, and water is carried from one level to another. Some waterfalls tumble in great cascades, others fall in tiers, some pour wide and shimmering over the land.
Perhaps waterfalls are a kind of mirror for our lives. For those moments when the familiar terrain suddenly drops away—when change sweeps through, when something old is worn down, when we find ourselves moving toward something deeper.
Gravity pulls the water toward the ocean—just as life pulls us toward something vast, inevitable, and whole. And yet, waterfalls do not resist the fall. They leap. They surrender. They carve new paths through stone.
What if we, too, could fall like that? With grace, with beauty, with the knowing that this, too, is part of the journey?
Some falls are slow, like a gentle stream spilling over polished stones. Others are sudden—like the earth dropping away beneath us. A loss, a new beginning, a calling that won’t be ignored. But in the falling, there is movement. And in the movement, there is life.
So today, if you find yourself at the edge of change—standing at the precipice of something unknown—may you remember the waterfall. May you trust the current that carries you forward. And may you know that even in the freefall, there is wisdom, beauty, and belonging.
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