In search of Peace

Sorry….

I’m late posting today I know. It’s been a difficult few days. All of us in the Dutton household have been quite ill. A horrible dose of the Norovirus has left us all feeling very washed out and then this morning was dominated by a pet emergency. Buster our lovely, squeaky, furry Guinea pig was in a bad way this morning and so needed to be rushed to the vets where he’s currently receiving medical attention. We’re hoping that he will be well enough for us to pick him up and bring him home later tonight for lots of TLC.

So in all of this I sit down to write, well aware of all the irony, of the pursuit of Peace.

I wonder where it is that you find peace? For me I love to be by the waterside. I’m a very keen fisherman and love the sense of connecting with nature when I’m on the bank. It’s not really about catching fish…..it’s about being there, in the peace.

My favourite book, ‘A river Runs Through it’, is one that features fishing heavily. I’m not sure that many of you will have read the book but many of you may have seen the film adaptation. It’s a story that, for all it’s great sadness, also invokes that sense of peace. A peace that is prehaps summed up in the closing words of the book and the film….

‘Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

I am haunted by waters…

where do you find your Peace?

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