i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where moon-falls and sunrises are the time i keep where the mist rises to greet the day and the wind whistles as the aspens sway three miles up a washboard road that climbs through fields where hay is sowed green rolling hills where leprechauns gather where life slows down and time don't matter i live in the highlands where the fairies sleep where the good life is simple and the simple life is sweet
He was fishing in his green Camo coat and hat, patiently waiting for the fish to bite. He is happiest with a rod and reel in his hand – his form of meditation.
I ventured out on the dock in the wee hours to bring him his “Monster” morning caffeine and sit for a while. And there he was, smiling, happy and content.
I snuck back into the warm cabin to write and found myself watching him through the cabin window. He’s never met a stranger and was shaking hands with his fellow anglers as they joined him for the early morning catch. I could see them all laughing and talking, sharing tall tales of the one that got away.
I found myself watching him in his element… he was happy. In these moments he radiates an energy that is both loving and welcoming. And when I am close enough I can “catch” his energy that radiates love, and joy in the simple life.
I guess I’m fishing too – fishing for that still quiet place in my heart and mind where I can find peace and happiness. And wouldn’t you know it, there it is outside my cabin window on the dock, my happy place, my joy – my husband, with that smile of his that “caught” me over thirty years ago.
Fortunately not all the good ones get away!