Thursday, January 7, 2010

Fishing in Montana

I was in Montana for the holidays, where I learned how to fish.
On the second to last day, standing in the snow on the banks of the river with half numb fingers, I caught the first fish of my life.
The experience filled me with so much awe and respect.
It was the polar opposite of trivial.

Taking one life and making it into sustenance for mine. The death of the fish was very real. But it was also an experience that overflowed with life.

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