When I get the chance to spend a day on a river it reminds me of so many times in my life that rivers have carried me through lifeâ€™s difficulties.
There are times when I have to be near them.
I do not know why it just is.
They are my music my song in my heart.
Yesterday the Black Quills were hatching and one of them, a spinner, sat on the tip of my finger and looked at me.
She was big and lovely and she wandered around on the tip of my finger and turned to each of the four directions and knew no fear. For me it was an event and a touch from the universe to my heart. Such beauty to witness such grace.
A bevy of little flitting Caddis flies surrounded my eyes and crawled all over my glasses and made me smile with their greeting and their welcoming touch.
Trout were rising and every rise gave me joy.
True mindless Joy from a place inside of me that only comes when trout are rising in a river and I am there, again.
It is a mystery to me where these feelings live and come from but they do come and all fishermen feel them too each in our own way and this primal spirit that is in men is in the rivers too.
It is there.
It is always there and greets us every time we come and in our dreams and in our daydreams too.
Trust is a river.
It sets us free to be as we are meant to be.