You were born to be a fisherman as the
fish was born to be a
You loved him when
and you loved him
Fishing kills me exactly
as it keeps me
( words: Ernest Hemingway ~ ` ~ The old man & the sea )
When despair for the world grows in me,
and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be —
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feed
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief.
I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~~ Wendell Berry
Creativity is the Blue Heron within us waiting to fly;
through her imagination, all things become possible.”
~~ Nadia janice
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
before my lens…..
Trust freely the strength
of the wind…