What Is Your Favorite Place: Melting Into the Eternal Now

I write in this moment, too early to meet Zorba my Oregon fishing guide. Sitting in a motel room. Pondering. Being from the Northwest, whenever I can BE HERE I find solace and a quiet joy. Spent yesterday trolling with another favorite guide, Jon Winter. Jon and I have fished together for over twenty years…had the joy of marrying him and Patti…and they are well.

The day was filled with peace…no bites but lots of peace. The eagles still nested on the highest Douglas Fir tree, the salmon were jumping but not biting. The seals cruising for their next meal.

Still, to be putt-putt-ing along in a sled boat, looking for the rod to stop twitching, which means the salmon have grabbed the spinner and caused the “slack bite,” which it never did. Still. The anticipation. The joy of the presence. Calm to the soul and steadiness to the heart.

But mostly the quiet time—the motor’s purr escapes my senses—quiet solace it is. Ah. Tillamook Bay…so very special…a place of great memory and hope…a great combination.

Then. With that a very special e-mail from my high school friend, Doug. He knows what helps. Score perfect in an interview he sent. With David James Duncan, who wrote, “The River Why.” In one section I found the perfect perspective…one that I hold dearest in my heart…and want to share this morning.

“About a favorite place” is the topic. Life and relevance and value are what this is about. Ah, may it be what each of our lives is about, “melting into the Eternal Now”. I will read it a couple of times before meeting Zorba…then will see if the salmon rod will untwitch.

An interview with David James Duncan:

What’s your favorite place?

I like those moments — wherever they happen to occur — when I melt into the Eternal Now. Sometimes it happens in pristine wilds, but sometimes it happens in airports or city streets. And who cares which? Yeats said, “There is another world, but it is in this one.” My experience exactly. There is horror in this world, cause for grief without end. But when we pay keen attention and live with compassion, we sometimes fall into a beautiful place inside the apparent place. You know when you’ve entered, because you suddenly feel loved — intimately, totally, unconditionally — though there is no one and nothing there to show it. That’s it. That’s my favorite place.

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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