Dream Stream: Waiting and Waiting in the South Park Wind

We were cold and the wind was relentless. Nymphing was not producing. BWO"s were being blown all over the waters surface. A few risers were present. In between gusts we tried to cast. And after all that waiting and wind, sometimes a fish rose to take our dry fly.

Sustained in the Sadness: Casting On a Snowy Fall Morning

I watch the snow fall on the river. A cold, damp morning. The snow continues to fall as I feel a peculiar, yet familiar sadness.

I often feel that the way out of sadness is to not fight it.  Maybe I can just go with it like drifting my fly down a river. Perhaps I can be sustained by Something that runs deep in my soul; not necessarily sad or happy or anything at all, but just the energy of life.

Why pull myself out and away from that energy and that life?

So, I watch the snow fall. I can’t stop the snow from falling anymore than I can stop the sad feelings. Whole lives and memories fall away like the falling snow and down the currents.

But in the cold, damp, snow, there is Something sustaining that asks my heart to wait. I can keep watching, sustained in a peculiar sadness, waiting for some old heat to burn within my heart and for a large fish to take the fly.