I liked my fishing buddy’s NO HURRY attitude.  He knew the fish were there, the place was beautiful, & the day perfect.  He was hoping that I would catch some.  He was more interested in my success than his.  It was a great present he was planning to give. 

It was only a moment before the boat slipped into the lake effortlessly. The morning calm with the water so smooth, one would think we glided upon a mirror with orange coming over the edge.  The sun, of course, was rising, and it lit that mirror, barely steaming with a mist from the warm water into the cool air.  Not clouded, just mysterious with a fish here, a turtle rolling there.  Quiet, truly quiet. 

Some fish wanted to bite, others not.  Truthfully, the joy was (in Einstein’s metaphysics) in the time and the space- to enjoy being there that morning.  

Spring is so wonderful.  The greatest part of the Easter story is to me about a celebration of new life.  That story was all around us and such was the fishing experience that morning.  Thanksgiving comes not only in November.

Oh, want to guess what’s on the menu at the Bullet Proof Cafe?