Piscator and Christian alike seek kingdoms not built by human hands. A wilderness of beauty, contenual challenge, and a consuming passion. Both are ushered through a life of patience, honesty, loyalty, wisdom, and love. I find myself seeking both kingdoms. Not in fits of piety or wildness, but in perfect tandem. Two alters, one faith.
For me, a single trout stream brings me to a more humble and consuming worship than the most elaborate cathedral in Europe. I find God's glance behind every cast and in every presentation. Teaching me new wisdom. Instructing me in patience. Whispering to me how to catch that bow at the tail of the hole and how to live sharper.
There is something absolutely wholesome about fishing. When I'm on a river, my entire life is in perspective and I understand myself more. Not in an Asian meditation way. Instead of losing all sight of self and reality I find a truer perception of my will, mind and emotions. It is similar to a mirror. A mirror that snaps my ideas, beliefs, and past into perfect clarity. For me, casting a fly is pure introspection which leaves me knowing exactly what must be done.
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