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These aren’t particularly Easter-ly words and the passage takes place in summer, not spring. It is however, timeless, and I can’t find much meaning in the holiday that we call Easter, so this is what I have come to today.

I come back to this passage again and again. It is beautiful and contains so much about life and death and work and rhythm and love and being human. I still haven’t gotten to the point of understanding it fully, but I am trying to remain teachable in my heart and soul and being.

Excerpt from “A River Runs Through It.” Norman Maclean; The University of Chicago Press; Chicago; 1976, p. 104

Now nearly all those I loved and did not understand when I was young are dead, but I still reach out to them.

Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn’t. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.

I am haunted by waters.

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