I like the phrase, “Fishing is medicine for my soul.” Not mine originally. But, truth transparent, got it from a fishing ad.
I saw another ad recently…far from fishing. It was an advisory on what to do if in a nuclear attack. Oh, my. I’ve been reading a new novelist [at least to me], Kendra Elliot. She writes about people in Central Oregon who are dedicated to storing supplies that can help them survive. Not from a flood or draught. Nope, the Big One.
I know of no one who isn’t concerned at such a debacle. Political unpacking is unnecessary. You are doing that for yourself, no matter how you lean or tilt on one side of the aisle or the other. It impacts us all. Especially…well, enough of that.
It haunts me…as with my friends. So, I thought this sunny hot day. What do we do about the haunt? This is from as my son, Andrew once said in declining to continue piano lessons, “Mom? I am my own individual self.” Hey, it worked!
I thought of this…when we are haunted, especially in emotion and heart, what purges the haunt? Prayer is for sure—as Rabbi Harold Kushner puts is, “conversation with God.” I like that…to offer what God already knows, “God this is not a good feeling…the haunting moments. I need to know you can help me.”
The quiet voice, less than a whisper, but in my heart booming with care [yep that can be combined], “Mark, do not worry. I am with you. Do more than take deep breaths. Keep on keeping on. I won’t leave you. Your task is to neither give up nor in.”
Still, there’s more. I find as age wants the final victory, I’m more careful in choosing those with whom I share, which metaphorically means those with whom I fish. You find them now and again, mostly again, in my blogs. Those whom I can trust, call them truth friends. Smaller number but that’s probably the same for you. What’s important is they know who they are…why? Because I tell them they matter. Not a thought. Not a hunch. But, sometimes a visit on the phone, other times simply to write.
In all that I mention one…it is Zorba. I find that he, along with my Rabbi Guide in Colorado and Bob Ball in Forks, Washington…ah, they are pleased when I’m with them. They know no less, that I am ALWAYS with them…not just in fishing, but in all the realities and at time encumbrances in life.
This is more than a picture. You might label it a “Haunt Chaser”!!! Results when Zorba and I caught this Fall Chinook salmon out of Tillamook Bay.