Medicine For The Soul

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.

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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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One Response to Medicine For The Soul

  1. Thanks for the shout out, Mark! Enjoy the next book.

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