Losing my mother felt like losing my anchor. In the whirlwind of grief, TLC’s iconic song “Waterfalls” echoed in my mind, a gentle caution: “Don’t go chasing waterfalls, stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to…” But amidst the sorrow, it was the call of the water, both literally and metaphorically, that offered solace and a path forward. My journey began at Lake Hartwell, straddling the South Carolina-Georgia border, a place that became my unexpected sanctuary.
It was at Lake Hartwell where I started walking Zora, my rescue cocker spaniel. We navigated the lakeside paths, both a little unsteady, passing silent buzzards perched nearby. This place, marked by yellow and black signs declaring, “Road Ends In Water,” became a space for reflection. Here, by the shimmering lake, with the wind whispering through the trees, I’d talk on the phone with my brother, sharing memories of Mom and navigating the difficult decisions of her care. Even near signs of endings, I found a space for connection and remembrance.
Later, the metaphor of water intensified as I stood in the shower, the water cascading over me, mirroring the overwhelming sorrow I felt.
Woman standing near a serene lake, Lake Hartwell, a place of reflection and healing after loss.
The pursuit of waterfalls while grieving my mother proved to be a challenging yet profoundly rewarding experience. Venturing to Issaquena Falls near Walhalla, South Carolina, and revisiting Tallulah Falls in Georgia, I embarked on a journey through the Appalachian foothills, seeking healing amidst nature’s grandeur. These locations, with names as captivating as their views, like L’Eau D’or Falls (Golden Waters) at Tallulah Falls, drew me deeper into the therapeutic embrace of nature. I discovered hidden gems like Reedy Branch Falls Long Creek in Mountain Rest, SC, and the accessible beauty of Falls Park on the Reedy in Greenville, SC. Each waterfall offered a unique encounter, a step further on my path to healing.
My quest led me to Toccoa Falls in Toccoa, Georgia, where the gentle flow of water along a short trail resonated deeply. Standing there, I whispered, “God is in That!” – a moment of pure awe and recognition of nature’s profound beauty. The name Toccoa, meaning beautiful, perfectly captured the essence of this place. It was a moment I wanted to hold onto, to turn back and recapture, to fully absorb. Time seemed to pause as I climbed the rocks, drawn closer to the cascading water. The mist mingled with my skin, a blend of sweat, sunscreen, and tears of joy and remembrance. In that silent moment, I felt a deep connection with my mother. Chasing that waterfall was a moment of profound peace.
Scenic Issaquena Falls in Walhalla, South Carolina, showcasing the natural beauty and tranquility found while chasing waterfalls.
Exploring Toccoa further, I stumbled upon Henderson Falls within its park, crossing a charming wooden bridge over a lively stream. The waterfall plunged into a lagoon-like pool, filled with the sounds of children’s laughter and splashing. Observing from a nearby staircase, I noticed a young girl with a gap-toothed grin, a “mermaid” in shorts and a tie-dye shirt. She gifted me a stone from her collection, a small act of kindness on the lagoon’s edge. Engaging with her family, I learned about local secrets – more lagoons, rumored haunted houses, and even more waterfalls. My appetite, beyond trail snacks, turned towards comfort food. M & J Home Cooking Country Buffet in Toccoa beckoned with the promise of Southern soul food. Their butter beans, fried fish, and strawberry cobbler proved to be the perfect end to a day of waterfall chasing. A walk around the gravel parking lot afterwards, and then the journey homeward began, my spirit nourished by nature and kindness.
Majestic Tallulah Falls, Georgia, highlighting the awe-inspiring views and sense of wonder experienced during waterfall journeys.
The healing power of water became undeniably clear throughout these experiences. Whether scrambling over rocks or stepping stones, immersing myself in nature fostered a profound connection with human nature in nature. Encounters with fellow travelers – fist bumps from motorcyclists, couples enjoying getaways, families discovering nature’s wonders – reinforced the shared human experience of finding joy in simple things. From tiny insects to graceful butterflies, nature offered constant reminders of beauty and resilience. My waterfall quest continues, in all directions. City girl still chasing waterfalls, finding solace where the Road Ends In Water, and in the gentle rhythm of Chasing Waterfalls Song in my heart.
