After a two and a half hour strenuous hike, the rain forest opened up to a sight so magnificent, it stopped everyone in their tracks. It was a sight that brought tears to my eyes, and made my heart flutter. I was in a bowl. At the top was bright green trees, bushes, and moss. But, as the scenery got closer to the water, it became wet and rocky. A waterfall fell down a straight cliff. The power of the water kept plants from growing too close to the water below.
My neck was strained from looking up. I couldn’t help myself, the water was mesmerizing as it fell from 771 meters above. I stood out on a rock with my arms spread wide and my heart open to the sky as the mist and wind hit my body, leaving me cleansed and pure. The atoms in my body felt as if they were vibrating faster and faster, giving me the sense of connectedness throughout myself and the nature around me. I closed my eyes breathing in the air and the power surrounding me. I was at the third tallest waterfall in the world and, hands down, it was one of the most magical places I have ever been.
I couldn’t speak, all I could do was sit there and look up. The water swirled and whizzed down the cliff looking like spirits falling into the earth. The rock at the very top divided the water into two streams. It created an image of a women’s head with her long and white flowing hair falling to the earth. She was like a goddess overlooking the valley, protecting all with her grace and power.
As I sat there in amazement, I thought of the children that would never make it here. I thought of the boy who was 8 years old that was working on the trail I just trekked holding his horse so that boys who were on vacation could come and see this waterfall. I tried to capture the power and magnificence of this place in my mind and heart to share with the women and children I had left back in Huanchaco. I tried to keep the magic within me.
And there I was, a few days later, back in Huanchaco and I still had the magic trapped inside my heart. I had one of those days where nothing works, communication is off, and when I went one way, everyone else went the other. All day I questioned myself and what I was doing here. I was trying to figure out how to let my magic out. How do I share this magic with all those around me? How do I give my heart to these kids in a way where they can carry it with them for rest of their lives? Not to be cast away like a used toy or a piece of garbage that has been washed up ashore.
I have discovered the difference of giving and empowering. Giving is when you take someone else’s power away. You show them that they cannot do it themselves. When people are given enough things, they forget that they can do it themselves. Empowering someone is when you show them they are enough and they have the power within in them. There is a fine line between both, but when you release the magic within you, you empower the other person to become who they were meant to be.
When we experience moments of joy and bliss, our hearts become filled with magical energy. Like the one I experienced by the waterfall. This energy is within us as we go on our walks of life and we must find ways to spread this magic to others. The flame that has been lit within me can light someone else’s flame to spread light and joy. By spreading our light, we then live on in other’s lives. Our magic and light is contagious. The trick is to find out how to let it out and let your flame be the reason someone else’s flame is ignited. I realized I release my magic as I ignite someone else’s flame. By empowering them to take control of their life and give them the power to do so is spreading the magic. They then become the goddess at the top of the waterfall that bestows grace and beauty on the land of life.