Go fishing of course.
But when I find myself out of synch, Lord give me my fly rod and a river. When I'm on the water all the less important stuff falls away and only what really matters remains. At the end of a few hours on the water I feel like I can focus, come back to reality, think straight.
|Evening on the 'Root, aka Therapy Session|
The best therapists that I know happen to be my 4 weight and a trout stream. What I get while fly fishing is something that I rarely get doing anything else, clarity. The river can be a great teacher, if you take the time to listen. One thing that I get reminded of every time I'm knee deep in the water is that life is better lived at the speed of a trout stream.
Particularly that of a river like my home water, the Bitterroot. This stream for the most part is easy going, meandering through the valley, in no hurry to leave, to get somewhere else. It seems to be happy where it is, takes it's time getting to the next bend, hole, or riffle, and never takes the straight and easy route. Sure, it has it's share of log-jams , a few blemishes (rip-rap banks), and some dead water. But what person doesn't have a few of those things?
Like life, a river just keeps rolling along. It's been flowing long before I was here, and it will keep on flowing long after I am gone.
Sometimes you just have to go fishing.
|No Day Like Today|