I know I’ve mentioned a few thousand times that I live in the middle of the country in the middle of nowhere.
But in all those descriptions, I just realized that I left out a minor detail.
I live in the middle of the country in the middle of nowhere….
….surrounded by water.
I live near four rivers, two lakes, dozens of creeks and hundreds of scattered ponds.
It gives the words “you’re wearing high waters” new meaning. 🙂
But this week I saw all that water from a new perspective.
A friend of ours is a commercial fisherman and he and his wife asked me if I wanted to go out on the boat on a fishing expedition with them.
And they promised coffee.
I was in.
We got up at dark thirty and hooked up the boat and drove down winding roads to the boat ramp and unhooked the boat from the trailer and grabbed our coffee and climbed aboard and turned on the motor and off we went.
My job was grabbing the coffee.
And as the boat left the cove and turned the corner into the open lake….
….the glory of the skies around us opened up.
The water was still and calm.
The boat motor hummed ever so softly as we skimmed across the surface of the lake.
No one really spoke.
In those first few moments, silence reigned.
We just sat in the stillness and watched the vivid hues and colors dance across the sky.
And then the fishing began.
There’s something magical about watching someone do what they love.
Something they have done for years and years.
Something that fills their heart and breathes life into every bit of who they are.
It was incredible.
And a little like watching the conductor of a symphony.
We pulled in the lines and watched the bobbers dance and the waves toss the boat.
The catch that day was average.
I was a little sad.
I wanted this to be the day of the record catch.
The day where the big one didn’t get away.
A day to talk about for years to come.
My fisherman conductor didn’t seem fazed.
He simply pulled up the anchor and shrugged.
He smiled at me and said with the wisdom of someone who has done this for years, “Sometimes it’s like that. Sometimes we haul in a boat overflowing with fish and sometimes the fish don’t bite.”
Silently, I marveled at his understanding and calm acceptance of the situation.
All that work.
All that hoping and dreaming and planning.
All that running up lines and pulling and boat driving.
And then suddenly I looked around and realized what I had missed and my fisherman conductor had understood all along.
The truth that was dancing across the water.
No matter what the day brings, no matter what lies ahead, no matter the challenges or circumstances or catch of the day….
….there’s always another sunrise. 🙂
PS Here’s my fisherman friend and life coach.
I told him he looked like Sean Connery.
He told me I’d been drinking too much coffee. 🙂