This is sort of an iconic image. A sole person testing his skills fly fishing in a mountain stream. I’ve never done fly fishing per se, at least not the way it is supposed to be done. But I do love fishing because I find it to be meditative.
Repetitious motion. Casting. Reeling. Casting. Reeling. Letting your thoughts drift.
Then there is the thrill of catching one, and in most cases for me, releasing it again. Although there have been times when I’ve eaten a few.
Many moons ago, I was in a remote part of southern Utah living off the land, and was catching trout by hand. Amazing. And nourishing on different levels.
It is said that to dream of fishing is to really be dreaming about spiritual pursuits. I like that image. And just looking at this one, I find it to be meditative. Relaxing. Letting inner thoughts fade into quietness . . .