The sky was partly overcast from a night of heavy rain. The first
sun beams peaked through the morning mist in an ocean blue sky. I was sitting in the
UNIs 36-foot motorhome looking over Lake Guamacha. This quiet Tuesday morning was
ideal for contemplation. I meditatively enjoyed the invigorating spring air and the
serenity of the new day. The birds chirped their love songs ever so beautifully. Some
cruised in front of me diving through the sky, making a smooth sweeping curve before
landing in a nearby tree. My inner silence cuddled in the reflected outer magnificence,
indescribable in the flow of my thoughts.
From the motorhomes extended living room I had a
spectacular view over the lake, its two islands dividing its water into seemingly two
great ponds. Ever so happy, a flock of ducks floated on the silvery surface playfully
diving their heads into the lake.
Here and there a fisherman arrived giving this
motion picture a special meditative touch.
For a moment the engine of a parking car
interrupted my holy silence. A couple got out. Quietly they unloaded their fishing
equipment and walked away searching for their separate places. The man soon found his
perfect spot. With a blind eagerness he fixed his fishing pole at the shore, leaving it to
make himself comfortable on his green plastic chaise lounge. Content he lay back and
entered his inner world seemingly into the arms of Morpheus.
His companion was still inspecting her fishing
territory. Confidently holding her fishing rod in one hand, she walked up and down the
lake before she settled down to unpack her equipment. Now she was ready. For a while she
stood still observing the motionless water. Then with élan she cast out her fishing line
into the placid quiet lake. She cast her bait many times and reeled it in until it finally
dropped perfectly into place. Patiently she waited. Alertly standing there casting.
Expecting a fish to be hooked at any moment.
An hour of her loving casting motions passed
until suddenly I saw her become alive reeling in her line. She spooled faster and faster. She
must have caught something, I thought observing her. I was just as curious as she.
Overjoyed she pulled in a huge fish! From my watchtower I silently celebrated her supreme
catch. Proud as a child she ran to her companion to share her giant catch. Startled, he
jumped out of his chair admiring the huge bass, praising her for her first fishing
Decisively she walked to the water. I thought,
to wash the fish before putting it in her bucket. But no! Surprisingly she carefully
unhooked her 18-inch long prize catch and released it back to live another day. The fish
swam happily away enjoying its freedom in the sweet vast waters of Lake
Dr Ellen Jermini