Tuesday, November 23, 2010

The pursuit of happiness.












I look forward to my wife getting home from work.

To time spent with our kids.

To the company of our dogs.

To work.

Somewhere in a book by James Lee Burke- maybe Jolie Blon’s Bounce?- he writes that the secret to being happy is really just a matter of having something to look forward too.

I look forward to fall.

To the woods, carpeted with leaves.

To the rain.

To the rumbling echo of the river inside the hood of my jacket.

To the light, quick flight of a scandi line.

To the deep, slow, into-the-cork load of a skagit head.

To flies the size of the palm of my hand.

To the flow of the river.

To the tug of a steelhead.


The art season was grueling this year. And it continued into steelhead season, my favorite time of the year.







But steelhead season always brings me back to ground. Last week I met a guy along the river, and we talked, about fishing, work, and life. He picked up on me being frustrated with work, with being tired from the season. And he said, I have the solution for you, from Mark Twain. He said, When you are tired of working, start back when you feel like it.

Permission from beyond.

I am ready to get to work again.

2 comments:

Knitting Painter Woman said...

You and the man you met sound like good fellows. I hope this spring's season is less grueling and that the joy of your work has returned to you. (See you at Cottonwook (Richardson,Texas) if you come).

Richard C. Harrington said...

Hi KNP,

I just heard today- I'll be there at Cottonwood!