Originally posted by eagles54Different kind of bow a Martin recurve, self hand made broadhead arrows, no sites, no gimmicks, just the poetry of the curve of the bow, the weight of the arrow, the target shrinking to a precise point. The target is everything, nothing else can exist, no problems, no worries, no fears, just the target. Absolute poetry.
rosining up the bow before playing a Bach piece.
What's yours?
hmmmmm... there are so many.....
a good meal out with friends and family- hours of laughing, eating, talking
riding my horse on a warm Texas Spring day, the sun on my back, the smell of mountain laurel in my nose
Going to a live theatre event
but the very best of all- lying in my baby's arms, wrapped up together in front of a fire on a cold day, sipping wine and reading poetry.....and doing.....other things :-)
Cooking dinner for the kids . We drink tea and chat at the table while I rustle up an elvis home cooked feed of meat loaf and trimmings .
Drining up the twisty road to Pinewood Reservor on a hot summer afternoon with the fishing pole in the back of the truck and my dog . I could fly fish , or dig out some schmantzy spinners ; but instead I'm going to stare at a bobber with a worm on it , watch the elk come down for an evening drink , check out psycidellic sunset clouds , and watch the stars come out .
Chilling in bed drinking coffee on sunday morning with the girlfriend . Just talking and watching the squirrels play in the backyard .
Saturday night cards at the neighbors . lot's of laughing , some drinking , and very little actual card playing .