It was a late August morning on the river and water was low. The current moved slowly and so did I. My arms felt heavy, my gaze relaxed. Lazy thoughts drifted by – I should be more motivated. I should do more.
Standing in the water, Spey rod in hand, I let go and let myself be.
Still, I just stood there soaking in the sun.
A dying fir tree scented the air. Closing my eyes I took deep breaths, savouring the scent.
Long ago childhood memories floated to the surface – swags of green draped over our fireplace mantle, bayberry candles, Christmas trees, holiday church bazaars.
A bluejay flew over; flashes of color. Its distinctive voice calling me back to the here and now.
Glancing down I saw a bubble, a perfect arc floating on the water’s skin. My whole world was reflected within.
By Ariel — © 1996 – 2026 www.transformationmadeeasy.com. Click to subscribe to our newsletter and blog.
Gorgeous article, gorgeous photo! Thank you for the sweet reminder that this moment is where the magic is. xo
Hi there, couldn’t agree more with Leah! Gorgeous xx Thank you.