The counselor at school had a sign hanging in her window that read, “If everyone only focused on the important things, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles.” Now, I am not, never have been, and probably never will be much of a fisherman, but I understand that sign’s message. Fishing allows people an excuse to get away from the rush and do nothing but enjoy being alive and surrounded by God’s glorious world.
Think about it, if a professional athlete has horrible luck over and over again, they might quit. If a writer is struggling with writer’s block, they may stop writing for awhile. But fishermen? They don’t quit. Whether the fish are biting or not, they’re out there with their pole and their thoughts.
Last night, I joined my husband and boys for an evening of fishing. I caught more fish than my family which was unexpected, but that wasn’t even the fun part. I could have sat on those rocks all night simply staring at the water and the sunset. If you’ve never sat on Lake Oahe and taken in the unbelievable view, you should. It is a life-giving view.
Take time for the important things. Take time for solitude and time to collect your thoughts. Enjoy the beauty around you. As Thoreau wrote in Walden, “As I walk along the stony shore of the pond in my shirt sleeves, though it is cool as well as cloudy and windy, and I see nothing special to attract me, all of the elements are unusually congenial to me.” Be amazed with the “nothing special” that surrounds you, because it will most certainly be congenial to you.
Peace and Blessings,
The Displaced City Girl