Thursday, June 27, 2013
My husband Larry and I don't fish, but we walk by fishermen, women and children a lot while on evening walks along the south shore of Devil's Lake. I enjoy watching people fish, for they always seem calm and meditative, happy to have the quiet of their sport on such a beautiful lake. Fisher-people always seem friendly, as well. It's not uncommon for us to have one person fishing after another smile and say a friendly greeting to us as we walk by them, extending friendship even when we don't know one another. Although I won't likely take up fishing, I envy the moments that these fine folks spend in quiet communion with their fishing poles. I believe we all need those gentle moments of stillness and centering and we need those special places where such acts as casting for fish bring us closer to ourselves.