Content...even in the in the maelstrom of a busy life.
It's an alien sentiment really. I am aware because Time has permitted me to have some silence and observation. Reclining on ancient stone at a sunset point on Georgian Bay, i am rooted on a rock, kissed by the breeze off the water.
It's an alien sentiment really. I am aware because Time has permitted me to have some silence and observation. Reclining on ancient stone at a sunset point on Georgian Bay, i am rooted on a rock, kissed by the breeze off the water.
Silent, grounded on these Precambrian boulders; I watch my lovely man fish . It's as though he has walked right out of an Ernest Hemingway novel. His handsome silhouette, complete with the gentlemanly outline of a collared shirt and flat cap casts a line on the water. Strong and stoic one moment, then limber and playful the next. I am loving him lunge from boulder to boulder and chuckle at his not so graceful attempts to find the perfect spot for a perfect catch.
Time is still. Even the last light of the sun lazily extends its warmth over the water.
It's a beautiful feat, really. Being content to simply observe; to be the joyful watcher.
As an admittedly selfish, ambitious person, it's moments like this, that remind me to breathe deeply, exhale gently and understand that there is so much more to the human experience. I wonder if in the hustle, we forget that we have incredible capacity and ability to create both peace and abundance. Presently, I am experiencing profound joy just by seeing it in another. I am reminded about the way of love and the fulfillment of life I often fail to practice.
Loving this man, loving being present and silent in his company. Sharing his excitement at his first catch; seeing him radiate with pride as he holds his line up for me to see. In the shadows of dusk, I am certain we bear the same ear to ear smiles. Fulfilled and yet driven by sheer joy, he releases and casts again.
I could sit here all my days. Learning to be. Giving myself permission to joyfully and humbly experience life. Learning to cast my cares on the water and cast my line, over and over if need be, with grace. I owe gratitude to this moment for being my teacher; to this lovely man for being my muse, and my catch ;)
Time is still. Even the last light of the sun lazily extends its warmth over the water.
It's a beautiful feat, really. Being content to simply observe; to be the joyful watcher.
As an admittedly selfish, ambitious person, it's moments like this, that remind me to breathe deeply, exhale gently and understand that there is so much more to the human experience. I wonder if in the hustle, we forget that we have incredible capacity and ability to create both peace and abundance. Presently, I am experiencing profound joy just by seeing it in another. I am reminded about the way of love and the fulfillment of life I often fail to practice.
Loving this man, loving being present and silent in his company. Sharing his excitement at his first catch; seeing him radiate with pride as he holds his line up for me to see. In the shadows of dusk, I am certain we bear the same ear to ear smiles. Fulfilled and yet driven by sheer joy, he releases and casts again.
I could sit here all my days. Learning to be. Giving myself permission to joyfully and humbly experience life. Learning to cast my cares on the water and cast my line, over and over if need be, with grace. I owe gratitude to this moment for being my teacher; to this lovely man for being my muse, and my catch ;)
