Do I kneel in the mud and allow tears of joy to merge with raindrops on the tender petals of the lady slipper? Do I sing hymns of praise for wildflowers? The thought arises to place my hands in the cool mud and paint my face in solidarity with Earth and all growing things. Maybe …
I walked on to the deck in the quiet, pre-dawn hour. Stars shone brilliant overhead and were mirrored in the surface of the Ocean. Nearby, humpback whales exhaled in the fading moonlight and the mist drifted toward me. The first week I spent anchored 90 miles from land, in the middle of humpback birthing waters, …
Not long ago I wrote an essay celebrating mayflies. (Read here). Last Saturday I took a very deep dive into the early lives of mayflies and other aquatic macroinvertebrates. Learning more about them was so mind-blowing, I’m still seeing images of hundreds of tiny…or not so tiny…creepy-looking critters that came out of our kick net …
I’d been looking forward to fishing a very special place for months. My calendar dinged a reminder: My day! Abrams Creek. A friend from Black Mountain was coming over and we were going to seek the green drake hatch that had captured me, raptured me, last year on my birthday with my guide friend David …