Emerson wrote in his journal, ” I have heard a clergyman of Maine say that in his Parish are the Penobscot Indian, and that when any one of them In summer has been absent for some weeks a-hunting, he comes back among them a different person and altogether unlike any of the rest, with an eagle’s eye, a wild look, and commanding carriage and gesture, but after a few weeks it wears off again into the indolent drone like apathy which all exhibit.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
As I lie here in bed reading these words I can hear the wind howling outside my window. It is not long before my mind is filled of memories of past summers fishing and kayaking on the river. The very source that awakens my spirit and cleanses my soul. My significant other, her daughter and grandson also have a love for the river and I cherish our time together on the river. I was lucky enough to share some river time with good friends David Tripp, Mark Nelson and his grandson. We had a rather “large time”.
I always come back from my river expeditions with renewed energy, a new love for the simple things, dreams that were rekindled, a strut in my walk and a “giddy up” in my “get a long”. The fires of desire were once again burning.
When I think of these times of healing the mind, body and soul, I think of a candle. It can only burn so long before it burns out. Then we have to relight.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. Be kind to one another, share the love and God Bless each and every one of you.