Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Places on the map and in the heart

Thought we'd share a post from our sister blog (The Family Paddles). Here you go:

This image was made on the last evening of a two week trip on the central coast of British Columbia a few years ago. The island is special to us because it represents a sort of half-way house. Two years in a row we made this our last camp before heading back to civilization to catch our southbound ferry home. It has been, twice now, a place of contemplation - a place between the wild and the tame. It is a place where the big knife remains useful and therefore stays strapped to our hips. But on the threshold of our work-a-day lives we realize there must be a yang to the yin we've been experiencing. It's OK because we know this won't be the last adventure. When the yang becomes too heavily weighted we'll seek the yin again. We may not return to this steep beach, but another will embrace us and we it.

So is there a moral to the story? A nugget to be mined? Perhaps. How's this?:

Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.

- Henry David Thoreau