Everybody needs an escape....a safe harbor, where they can find time to relax, recharge their batteries, or mend.
I'm not the first to say this, but life is messy; it doesn't always come pre-packaged for you...that has all the things you love, and conveniently leaves out all the things that chaps your butt.
Sometimes things don't work out, no matter how hard you try. Life spanks you like a mischievous child. There are times you work yourself weak, and things still go south.
During these times, I think it's vital that you step back, take a breath, and say, "Can I get back to you on that?" And then do something that brings you joy.
For some it's shopping, cooking, restoring old cars, or jumping from planes. It's something that resonates deep within, and often we don't know why.
For me, it's wading waist deep into water that's missed being solid by only a few degrees, and casting tiny hand-made lures into swift water.
I went fishing this morning and spent a few hours on the Sipsey Fork of the Black Warrior River. It seemed like a blink of an eye, .
I have the good fortune to live twenty minutes away from one of the few places in Alabama where you can catch rainbow trout.
This morning I hung the largest trout I've ever hung. I had him within a few feet of pulling it into my net, but then his/her wild side kicked in and with every ounce of energy he/she could muster, snapped my line and swam downstream.
The trout had no way of knowing that I would have released it anyhow, but I saluted it as it headed away from me.
I don't take credit for "catching" a trout unless I have it in hand, but just spending some time with this one made me smile.
I'm ready to wade hip deep back into life.