Calling My Waterfall to Return

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A woman woke down rattled, everything that she saw turning upside down. She walked in the air, while a tip of a tree was above her hair. She tried to think and think, what did she do before laying up in bed last night. She tried to run up all the details of what happened prior that day. One thing in particular stood out, she dropped almost everything that she held.

“I saw so many different varieties of plants, flowers, and trees in the surrounding area. The purple flowers are luminous, contrasting with the green and shades that congregate in that undisturbed place. I hear the prayers are as loud as the water current from the waterfall, yet as quiet as the capillary action of the plant absorbing water; it defies gravity.”

During a hike on Mount Salak in West Java, Saras conversed with a local tour guide who accompanied her there. The dialogue led to a reflection on economic disparity and social mobility in Indonesia and the Netherlands, as well as the lasting impact of Dutch colonization and forced cultivation on the land and society. She examined the lack of reciprocity in kindness given by both the earth and people.

The guide showed Saras the wild river as it cascades down the mountain to the surrounding rice fields. When following water on its journey through the ages, can one see that the waterfall is umbilical for us?

From which elevation do we look at our surroundings?