Voices of the Waters
by Kelli Hedding, Copyright March 5, 2008, all rights reserved. 452 views
I had gone to the park with my brother’s and Dad to play a game of disk golf. I had thrown my disc near a storm sewer. As I leaned down to pick it up I heard the excited voices of the swirling and swerving water below. There were bars like a jail covering the opening. The water only had a few seconds of daylight before it was sucked into the darkness of another tunnel.
I stopped and stared in a trance. I think my brothers were calling to me but I barely heard them.
I knelt down above the bars straining to understand the excited boasting of the rushing water, for that is what it was doing, boasting. The waves and sloshes were rushing over each other anxious to tell where they had been and excited to get to where they were going. They were full of energy! I wished that I could understand their language. Even if I could understand, I doubt if I could have heard what they were saying, so garbled were their voices as they wildly babbled on and on and over each other.
I tried to imagine where they had been. Had they met Noah? Had they slid over the rocks of the Grand Canyon? Maybe they had traveled across the ocean from Africa or Asia? Perhaps they had been part of an ice flow in Antarctica? Maybe they had fallen on Mt. Everest and traveled all the way from that great height? Maybe they had been admired as part of a thousand different waterfalls all over the world? All of them were calling out and rushing over each other as they excitedly told about the places they had been. I found myself leaning forward with my face close to the metal bars straining, straining to understand.
As I watched the water it struck me how enthusiastic it was even now as it flowed through the storm sewer. Surprisingly it did not seem to mind. It seemed joyous! It did not seem to care how disparaging the storm sewer was after all of the great places it had been. It seemed so happy just to be moving. Maybe that was why the water was so excited? Perhaps every bit of that water had been stuck in a stinky, stagnant pool once and it was rejoicing now to be moving on.
Eventually I was torn away from the swirling water of the storm sewer in order to continue the game of disk golf. I continued the game but I couldn’t stop thinking about the voices of the water. Maybe I couldn’t understand what they were saying as they told the stories of where they had been but I certainly understood their refrain: “rejoice where you are; keep moving forward; keep traveling on; don’t become stagnant for then you will become a stench”.
Comments
1 • Ralph • September 10, 2008 • 10:02 AM
Let’s go!
2 • Mandy M. • September 21, 2008 • 7:50 PM
Kelli, I’m assuming you wrote this? Just wanted you to know, at this point in my life, this is very encouraging to me. Thanks for sharing. It’s amazing how God can worth through a simple blog post.
3 • Johannah Stanford • September 24, 2008 • 3:00 PM
The quality of this video looked good to me, and it didn’t take hardly any time to download on our computer. Did you get more climbing equipment? 
4 • Kristen • October 04, 2008 • 3:39 PM
Sounds like tons of fun. 
Ryan took me rock climbing indoors for the first time a couple weeks ago and I loved it! (I’m his sister.)
Colorado looks and sounds like a very fun place.
5 • Mandy M. • October 04, 2008 • 5:49 PM
Great post Heidi! You sure are brave. I’m glad you had such a great time!
6 • Nate • October 13, 2008 • 5:23 PM
Thats awesome….
Sounds like something I would do. :p
7 • Heidi Reiman • October 20, 2008 • 4:47 PM
Hans, You poor thing. I’m sorry you couldn’t get a wi-fi connection. By the way what is a wi-fi?
Is it like wiffer cookies with fine milk?
8 • Kelli • October 29, 2008 • 8:03 AM
Oh sheesh, Nathaniel, you’re hilerious! That was really roughing it.
9 • Nathan Nasby • November 04, 2008 • 11:28 AM
If you want a really creepy expirience stay at the Imperial Hotel in London! Wow, we had blood on the walls and in the sheets in our room. The Window was broken, and I’m not even going to mention the shared bathrooms!!!!
10 • Anna • November 05, 2008 • 8:01 PM
Haha! Nathan, this is just the beginning… Soon you’ll be cool with using towels unwashed from the last occupant, sleeping on bedbug-ridden mattresses, and, well, haha!
11 • Heidi R. • November 17, 2008 • 10:00 AM
Great story.
12 • A • November 17, 2008 • 7:01 PM
I just watched this a few days ago (was looking up vids of Marrakesh and then followed the rabbit trail) and thought about you guys… Odd, but fitting, to see it here as well!
13 • Kristin C. • November 17, 2008 • 10:13 PM
Haha!!! That is hilarious!!! :-D
14 • Debbie • November 25, 2008 • 10:27 PM
I have a problem with getting cave crickets in my basement and hate them. I don’t think I want to be their friend. But neat story on your adventure. God Bless!
Debbie
15 • Laura • November 29, 2008 • 12:49 AM
Wow! :D
16 • Estin • November 30, 2008 • 8:58 PM
That’s crazy.
17 • Trish • December 04, 2008 • 12:11 PM
Um…Ew. That is SOOO disgusting.
18 • Kristen B. • December 07, 2008 • 6:52 PM
You are a great writer, Kelli.
19 • Heidi R. • December 09, 2008 • 11:45 PM
Thanks, so are you.
20 • Heidi R. • December 09, 2008 • 11:46 PM
Oh, and I love your pics.
21 • Quentin Cooper • December 18, 2008 • 7:58 AM
This seems to have been written by people who have caved only once in their life or read about it in an armchair. What about the main thing warm clothes (be it a wetsuit or neo-fleece). Gloves completely unimportant as I have caved without them for 20 years and never wished I’d brought them. What about a survey of the cave? Going with someone experienced? Leaving a CALL OUT? that not feature in your essentials? Incase people ahave an accident in a cave then nobody knows about it….come on guys….
22 • Blue (Royal) • May 06, 2009 • 11:07 PM
Nice film guys. The water side looked like fun. I love a good natural water slide. Good job with not making it look to rigged.
23 • Royal Magnell • May 06, 2009 • 11:57 PM
That was fun… now we run so the cops don’t catch us!
24 • Rachel • May 19, 2009 • 9:36 PM
Hey! Hoping you get this soon. Just wondered what kind of camera, flash, etc. was used for these pictures. Also how the cameras were kept dry and clay free. Thanks so much!
25 • Beau • August 04, 2009 • 12:16 AM
Enjoyed it. I am curious if this is the Wilder cave in Pelham, AL?
26 • Dannity Kane • February 27, 2010 • 2:06 AM
Give me a little of that and I’d feel like a king.
27 • Stephen Nasby • May 28, 2010 • 9:09 AM
Good job.
28 • Stephen Nasby • September 02, 2010 • 9:58 AM
That looked like quite an adventure, exciting. Swim looked very refreshing. Cool camera, you can even go underwater with it.
29 • Katie Carter • September 18, 2010 • 10:11 PM
It is in Grady County Georgia, between Pelham, and Cairo. It is owned my my aunt. It is very pretty, it is not open to the public because people can’t seem appreciate it without breaking pieces off, and spray painting.