It’s the time of year when the creek is low and clear, good for fishing. So we go there. We go to the creek, Tom to fish, me to meditate. Just along for the ride, I’m in the canoe…going places in my mind.
It matters not if we head upstream or down, which ever we choose we have to do the other to get back home. We can paddle or glide either way for half an hour and never leave our own property banks. Landowners don’t own the creek. The river runs alongside our property. We push off from our beach and an hour or two later, return.
It’s a very pleasant and peaceful feeling to be at home on the creek. All day my mind occupied itself with troubles, those of friends, enemies, the whole wide world’s, and mine. I tried to pray it off, shake it off, walk it off, and work it off, all to little avail. (Certainly not to no avail: prayer is always good, Phoebe loved the walk, and the house, yard, and pool are cleaner for my distress.) So, that evening when Tom suggested we go fishing I acquiesced. I was and am the better for it.
Trapped in a canoe the only distractions before me were the beauty of nature. I wondered if trees along the bank look at their reflections and assume they grow in water. I wonder if, in some other world, the water trees taunt the images they bear. I wonder if they have contests demanding proof, who is real and who is not. I hope they don’t argue about it. In my world each is beautiful and real in their own right. A real tree, a real reflection, that’s reality, no need to quibble.
I gave over my desire to right wrongs. Only God in heaven can do that. And he knows I’d gladly help — as in “Here am I, Lord, send me.”
Meanwhile, I think I’ll concentrate on the reflection I cast. And while going all the places I go, I’ll enjoy the ride… of my life.
“For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.” I Cor. 13:12