The Rats Nest

Friday, December 26, 2014

Maybe I'm Missing Something?

My dad and I had one of those moments yesterday while sitting around the fireplace during the holiday fray.  You might know what I mean when I say moments, you know, all hell is breaking loose amongst the kids jumping around with excitement, all knowing that in a few hours Santa will be dropping off his mother-load of yearly goodies that will get tossed around for maybe a day before they hit the dust heap our children call the toy box.

I enjoy people, I work with people, however there's nothing that quite quenches my thirst like time spent alone in the woods, on a stream, or with a good friend who understands what I'm referring to in either of those two environs.  Does that make me a loner?  Maybe.  But most of you out there who "get it" know all too well about what it is I speak of.  That time out there in nature where the only sensory overload you experience is from the sound of rushing water or the flight of a bald eagle as it swoops overhead.   When life in general has me a little out of alignment, I know exactly where to find my remedy.

For me, there's just something to be said about that time of reflection those stream-side moments provide; a solution to the madness, a cleansing of sorts.   For some, being immersed in large groups of people socializing over a glass of spirits, or a fine dinner at one's favorite restaurant seem to do the trick.  For other's like myself, I turn elsewhere.  Some people think growing up with no siblings has made me some sort of antisocial misfit, but I beg to differ.  There's something to be said about those quiet times spent traversing a watershed without worrying about deadlines, traffic or being misunderstood by somebody.  The river is always there, and always seems to find a way to recharge my batteries and bring me back to common ground no matter what happens.  When ever I'm feeling down and out, I know it's time to spend a day on one of my favorite stretches of moving water.

Today, the day after Christmas just so happened to be one of those days.  Anytime the weather holds out in December when there is no snow to speak of and temperatures pushing 50 degrees, I consider it a good day.  Hopefully, with a little luck, we may get a few more of these days in before winter really decides to rear her ugly head.  I'm not going to hold my breath however, but I will keep the faith.

The next time I'm out socializing in a large group of people, I'm going to try and see if I can keep my mind off the river and my head in the game.  I must be missing something, I guess I need to figure out what it is, I know my buddy Tommy get's what I'm talking about......





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