Thin Fishing Line

Tree At Taksim

Fruit Stand in Istanbul 

Pumpkins For Sale on Schuss Lane

Roots at Landslide in Alba

Summer in St. Ignace

THIN FISHING LINE

Life has contradictions.

Pleasure-pain

Passion-indifference.

We stretch for what we want

Shrink away from what we fear.

God keeps us in balance

by holding us in suspension.

A thin invisible fishing-line

dangling from the heavens.

Reminders surround us.

Our day-to-day rpms prevent our opening up to possibilities.

The dark green pine tree

stands beside the bright orange and red maple.

Tall elegant grasses by the woods move in the wind

next to freshly mowed flat-tops on the lawn.

Silence in a small empty room with picture-less walls, 

mesmerizes up to the moment a school bus squeaks its brakes 

as it stops across the street.

A smile explodes on our face celebrating the moment

the instant a tear rolls down our chin remembering the past.

The sharp, crisp, stimulating chill in the air feels liberating

as we reach for our sweater to stop the goosebumps.

Our fishing line is a thin line.

It allows us to pull and release.

Sway or hang still.

We can resist.

But when we do we start spinning.

Dizzy with the momentum of resisting the gravity.

Tangled up in our line. 

Losing our balance.

We can allow the tension of our weight help us stretch and grow.

The plumb line will show itself.

Invitations in life will be within our reach as we relax our grip of control.

We may even take the time to look up.

Letting our eyes trace the thin fishing line up to its origin.