Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The woods were God's first churches.

Right now I need very much to be out there in a stream, surrounded by trees, water, and layers of shale formed in the very essence of time. There are large fish in these streams placed there by God to help us forget our problems. The fleeting moments spent fighting these fish on rod and reel are some of the moments I feel the most alive, invigorated, supernatural.

I need these places and these fish right now.

Monday, November 19, 2012

We made it.

So, I still have not produced anything substantial but sometimes small observational pieces are the most poignant.
I cannot believe that we made it through this season. All of the work, the frustration, the poisoning of my happy life by shitty circumstance is over and I cannot let it go. It is still there. The days I spent here at home chain smoking and feeling like I had mild PTSD are still hanging around my neck like vestigial bits of a skin long since shed. We made it.

At the end of the day the whole season boiled down to her, the only worthwhile thing I got from this devil boat. That is worth it. That is enough, and they can never take that from me.

Brave new beginnings are around the corner and I cannot wait to see where I am a month from now.