Tuesday, March 7, 2017

THE GREAT DIVIDE by Joy Preble


If you are not aware, the waters on one side of the Continental Divide of the Americas flow to the Pacific; the waters on the other side, flow toward the Atlantic. This particular spot where I'm standing  is in Yellowstone National Park. It was the first week in October in 2011 and the Yellowstone trip was the first fall vacation I'd ever taken. Teachers don't typically take October vacations-- although I hear there are some districts in places not Texas that get time off then. But I was taking this vacation because I was no longer teaching full time-- had in fact resigned to write full time and teach part time and maybe earn money in other ways that I was still figuring out. I was living without the safety net of that guaranteed income and it was both scary and freeing. A Continental Divide of another sort-- a before and an after. Just a year before, in 2010, I'd been diagnosed with thyroid cancer--another divide. I'd had surgery and radioactive iodine treatment and I was now cancer free but it had definitely occurred to me along the way of trying not to die that it's a short stay on this planet and if I was going to try to write full time I'd better get to it. And so in January of 2011, I made a reservation at Old Faithful Inn for the following October, an act of faith that I would actually go. I figured if we were going to go to Yellowstone then I wanted to be able to sit on the balcony each evening with a cocktail and watch that famous geyser erupt.  It's really quite spectacular if you've never done it, although it is definitely not the most spectacular thing in that park.  That first night we were there, that's exactly what we did. I sat in the cold, crisp air and sipped my bourbon and watched nature's show and knew that for better or worse, I was on the other side of things. I would write until it was time to do something else and I would make a life in a different way than I had before. Everything would flow in a different direction.

The next day, my husband snapped this photo. There was something about standing there, knowing that all those geological forces were doing their thing and rivers were flowing in opposite directions that gave me this enormous awe, made me feel small and impotent and in the hands of something...bigger.

Not long after that, a buffalo almost rammed our rental car. But he didn't, so it was okay.



11 comments:

  1. I love this post so much! Sometimes our greatest challenges bring our greatest rewards. <3

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  2. I like this post. Too bad it takes earth-shaking events to get us to look at what's really important in life, but for those who experience them and come out on the other side with sufficient sanity to take advantage, life is just that much richer.

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    1. Yup. Too often I think it's the case.

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  3. I love this, Joy. So glad that you made the leap over the divide.

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    1. You know, until we decided to write about this topic, it had NEVER occurred to me that there was a whopping metaphor in that picture. I was just like, look! it's the continental divide!

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  4. That's a powerful moment. Thank you for sharing it!

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  5. Awesome!
    Yellowstone is one of the most magical places on earth. You chose well for your act-of-faith goal.

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    1. It IS magical. And so weird to be tromping around this active volcano, basically! It all feels and smells alive all the time!

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  6. Life's toughest challenges give us not only appreciation but courage.

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