Originally posted by WulebgrVery true. As long as you don't say that it's the only spirituality! 😛
Standing in a river,
listening to the whir of insects
and the roar of the water,
I toss a careful mayfly imitation
into the pocket water where
(I suspect) a wary trout feeds.
This communion with Nature
is true spirituality.
Originally posted by Phlabibitonce that too was my preference, but wild places beckoned me away from the groomed landscape
I prefer 18 holes of church on Sunday.
P
Still, I have fond (?) memories of a sandtrap outside of Seattle that resembled the mountain behind it. Fortunately the green was on the downhill slope, or I might be there still.
Originally posted by WulebgrDo I detect a little Aldo Leopold in your voice?
Standing in a river,
listening to the whir of insects
and the roar of the water,
I toss a careful mayfly imitation
into the pocket water where
(I suspect) a wary trout feeds.
This communion with Nature
is true spirituality.
Nemesio