Reflections at the Source of a river - written during my three weeks hike through the Alps.
Even though I was tired and my legs heavy from descending the 1700 m high Vrsic pass, I decided to take the half an hour long detour to visit the source of river soca.
In the morning I had said goodbye to my friend, who had joined me for the first 3 days. We had to leave the mountain hut early and without a shower, as suddenly they had been running out of water, due to an extreme and unconventional drought.
Soca river, which I will follow for the next 5 days, which brings water to the whole region, which is famous for its beauty and clearness – how does its source look like?
Dry. And yet, some waters are still flowing.
I stood there looking up to the source, and it struck me that I am visiting a holy place. The opened legs of a mountain woman, rocks forming her genital lips, and the beautifully shaped entrance into her temple. On top, a small rock even resembled a clitoris. Magic.
The source of the river. She brings life, abundance to the whole valley. Any living being in this national park depends on her waters flowing.
Streams of other rivers join her flow, and soon she becomes green, turquoise, clear blue, refreshing and beautifying her whole surrounding.
Even in times of extreme drought.
There is a source like this in any woman. May we all be aware of its holiness, of its authority as the origin of life and of the creative abundance and beauty its flowing waters bring into the world.
Lucid daughter of the mountains
graceful in all your natural beauty
in keeping clearness of your depths
untouched by wrath of darkest storms.
(Simon Grigorcic, To the Soca)