The sights and sounds of a forest are
delicious to senses at anytime of the day but especially during the morning.
This is the time when, after a cold night, dew drops hang like tiny pearls on
the green swards of grass. Fishing is best then for fish or thoughts. Each
morning we are born anew to a new day. Each day we have a chance to make right
that which we have done wrong.
The forest is a place where we can remove ourselves
from the correspondence with people which is sometimes, we must confess, wearisome.
To those of a sensitive nature the forest is a place of refuge from an
insensitive world. The denizen, flora and fauna, of the forest hold no malice
toward anyone. They live out their lives according to rhythms established
before the dawn of humankind. The forest is a place where we can correspond
with our ancient selves. We are still hunter-gathers, but we are endowed with
faculties to hunt after bigger game. Now we can hunt after questions such as
where we came from. Scientists say we are a young species, going back a few
million years.
Compared to the field horse tail, which inhabited the
primeval swamps, we are young. We have just recently thrown off our old
hunter-gatherer lifestyle and acquired civilization. To get away from
civilization and appreciate the flowers and birds of spring is like going home.
The fragile eco-system of the forest is a place for us
to find lost serenity. The common saying, "take time to smell the
flowers", can be done literally in the forest. Children know the value of
a forest. It is a place to swim in a creek, build a tree house, pick
blackberries or taste honeysuckle.
In
Swimming is forbidden there at Cole's Creek, but fishing
is permitted, even though the angling isn't that good. Angling for sublime
thoughts is very good there. One can catch a full load of these among pine
trees towering heavenward and in the open picnic area where a soft breeze blows
cooling one on a hot spring or summer day. The forest is a place to seek
solitude. We can contemplate our lives from a place where we are not in the
thick of things.
The reason most people go fishing is primarily to find
peace of mind. It is a way to escape a seemingly soulless concrete world
fraught with anxiety in our pursuit of "Happiness". Happiness can be
found quickly after a short jaunt in the open air. We are having a petroleum
shortage, but this is not as serious as the shortage of fresh air. Many of our
cities around the world are choked with smog. We can develop alternative
sources of energy, but fresh forest air is only found among the trees and
flowers.
We have lost the star fields to harsh city lights
whose unnatural glow blots out the constellations. Standing atop a fire tower
during the winter the sky is a show that has been in the making for billions of
years.
Shooting stars are transitory red streaks in the
distant velvet black. When the moon is up, we are reminded that not every
planet is as lush with life, as our own verdant orb. We see distant stars and
galaxies and wonder if elsewhere there are intelligences contemplating our own
sun.
These are days when real wilderness is a dwindling and
precious resource. In
During a quiet afternoon by St. Catherine's creek, one
can clear one's mind of thoughts and worries. In quiet places such as a city
park, or a forest, we find a sanctuary, however fleeting, where we look back in
retrospect over our day and life, finding that may of our problems may not be
as important as they seemed. Freed from the impinging world of cities and
struggle we can allow our minds to become supple and flexible. The patterns of
our life become visible, and we see through the crystal looking glass of mind
into the heart of mystery. Our hungers, fears, and ambitions fade for a time.
When we return to the world of struggle, we can see more clearly what is truly
important. Let us go to the forest to be anglers sinking our line into the
flowing spring from whence mind is born.