This last weekend I had the opportunity to go fly fishing in the Rockies with my friend, Matt Smay. As I journaled upon my return I realized afresh why I so cherish those moments on a river. I think it is the moment in time when I am the most present in the here and now - free from the past and not concerned about the future but completely focused on the running water, floating fly, and hopefully rising fish. In the rush of life, it is hard to be really present - fly fishing affords me that. Here are a few other thoughts from others more eloquent that I:

“Some go to church and think about fishing, others go fishing and think about God” (Tony Blake)

“Fly fishers are usually brain-workers in society. Along the banks of the purling streams, beneath the shadows of the umbrageous trees, or in the secluded nooks of charming lakes, they have ever been found, drinking deep of the invigorating forces of nature - giving rest and tone to over-taxed brains and wearied nerves - while gracefully weilding the supple rod, the invisible leader, and the fairy-like fly.” James Hensall 1855

This last Tuesday we were gifted the opportunity to spend the day at Disneyland which is only 15 minutes from our home. The kids had a blast and Mom and Dad were exhausted. Happy 4th of July.