Still Waters Run Deep

There is some thing about a still water that runs deep. We see the glassy surface and watch a fish come up from the depths to take a fly. All is calm. We strip a fly through those calm waters and suddenly feel a strong pull.  From within this stillness and calm place, a fish strikes. We may  also feel "some-thing"  tug on our hearts deep down. Still waters run deep.

As a child, I first learned to fly fish at a small pond. There was some thing about those still waters that I felt deep inside and wanted to understand. There is more that goes on below the surface of our lives. Still waters run deep.  

We may say of a quiet individual, "still waters run deep," when we finally hear how that person feels deeply and thinks about life. Sometimes I sadly think that individuals with deep still waters of the soul are becoming more and more rare. It seems that as a society we talk loudly, quickly and without depth. We pontificate. Blah, blah, blah. "How public like a frog."   Many of our rivers we visit have become loud places rather than still places to contemplate.

So, while the Platte remains high I have enjoyed some time on our still waters hoping to feel once again "some-thing" that runs deep and quiet in my soul. Still waters run deep.  And sometimes beneath those still waters a rainbow might rise.