entomologicalcodecrackers: July 2006

Laughs with fire lands a bull trout on the Smith River

montana blues

i should be going to bed. i should be unpacking my bags that sit by the door. i should be focused on tickers and numbers and balance sheets and newsflow. but how can i? how do i?

a week and a few days spent floating through roaring waters, meandearing through majestic canyons, cruising the valleys and the meadows of Big Sky, has left a hole. no, i'm not referring just to the town. that is simply a fortunately named, fixed location. i'm speaking to all of it. everything experienced in what seemed to be a month wrapped into nine days.

somehow each attempt over the years of satiating the soul via longer stays only makes coming back more difficult. is it possible to live there? we all seem to want it. or do we? it's really hard to say. it's hard to know. would a permanent move prove completely fulfilling? deep down inside i think the answer actually is..... no. no, only because each day would find me asking for more. or maybe i'd grow complacent. or i'd find myself in a state of underappreciating... but i still want it.

and yet i've not even begun to address the relationship factor. the shenanigans. the fulfillment in building strong bonds through memories and conversation.

if time is correlated to light which bends with gravity, is it possible for God to continue to experience the past, the future, and the present all in a continuous moment we refer to as... now?

yeesh. let's just talk salmonflies, stonies, and caddis pupas. or of hit-the-brakes NOW emergency roadstops. or who will hook the next hog. or the nonsensical purpose underwear serves there... but i must admit, i do chuckle at the tangential diatribes.

alas, now it is time to brush the teeth and crawl into bed, so that i can attempt a coherent day in front of the screens. for a brief moment tomorrow, i'm sure i will have to peruse the calendar and begin ticking the days off to the next escapist voyage.

-bhd, aka lwf