What Then?Posted: February 5, 2017
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure.
~Richard Bach (“Illusions: Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah”
She seems to be languishing, a body that was once full of vitality is now spent and she is exhausted, too weary to stay upright. I stand by her side, watching and wondering what to do, what to think. Standing mid-stream, water flowing all around, I see her struggle against the current and then succumb to its power and downstream she goes. I watch as she is pushed by the rushing water, knowing that she will never swim this far upstream again. She doesn’t have the strength. This is likely her last day and her tail, well-worn and white from digging redds (gravel nest), indicates that she has already spawned and will soon die. What then?
We are taught that death…
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