Last week our favorite sandhill crane, Stretch, faced a major challenge. His foot got tangled in a fishing line someone carelessly tossed on the lake shore.
Keeping an eye out at the lake this morning, I found a sharp hook on a short fishing line, and a glittery black rubber worm. Was it a sign not to swallow the bait today? I laughed, picking it up.
Sometimes like a fish swimming near the bottom of a tranquil lake, we are at peace, far below the surface of emotional tides such as fear, guilt, hatred, judgment, resentment, and anger.