“Around the seel no tortur´d worm shall twine, no blood of living insects stain my line; Let me, less cruel, cast the feather´d hook, with pliant rod athward the pebbled brook. Silentt along the mazy margin stray, and with the fur-wrought fly delude the prey.” John Gay, Rural Sports, 1720
When you look at this beautiful fish do you think of meat? A dead, gutted fish cut into sections for consumption? I see beauty, power, respect for a short life. Too much reverence for an obvious food source? For me every spot, every hue of color is a beautiful object for consideration. Seduced to the fly, stressed to the net…yes. Admired, held & photographed. Rested and released to what future I am never certain. Yet for me, this way, I am more centered with nature than by few other means.
Life gets busy. We are often self-absorbed in real life, dramas, passions and pursuits. Sometimes, around us are loved ones, friends, acquaintances that are in a desperate emotional situation and are contemplating ending their lives. A few close friends get a glimpse, a few shared thoughts that give light to the ongoing struggle of our friend or loved one. We offer them encouragement to stay positive and motivated by life. As friends we lend heartfelt support and mean to stay in touch, to continue bolstering our friend’s resolve…but life interrupts and without warning death interrupts as you receive word that a your dear friend has taken their life…having seen no way out, no path toward peace in living.
The self recriminations will linger for those of us that didn’t make the efforts or we did but we then became distracted by our own journey, even our own struggles. In those moments, our dear friend, our loved one became further isolated and swamped by thoughts, chemistry and a sense of profound isolation in life….so they left us alone to ponder such a decision that leaves loved ones behind…forever scarred. Seek help…give help….please.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”