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Creation and Fly fishing

From the bank of a river I watched my partner fly fishing with the fluid movements and rhythmic motions of a longtime fisherman.  I realized then, that he was meditating with eyes open, fully present and aware.  Amidst the cadence of water flowing over well worn stones and the soft whir of a rod in motion, I understood fly fishing as an ideal metaphor for conscious creation.  In fly fishing, the weight of the line carries the fly to the fish. In manifestation, the weight of our focus carries our intention to the field of infinite possibility.  In fly fishing, the fly rod and line (and thus the fly) go in the direction that the rod tip is pointed during the cast.  Similarly when we create, it’s the clarity of our focus that determines the aim of our intention. 

Attention is flexible, giving us the ability to focus the mind or soften and widen it. When we center our attention on what we want and feel it in real time, NOW, we are building the energy and frequency necessary to match and meet the experience.  We are not asking for something we don’t already have.  We are saying yes to this moment, affirming the reality of this particular possibility with focused clarity and full commitment.  Once deeply felt and experienced, the cast is released into the creative field where all possibilities exist. In fly fishing this is called stroking and stopping and is the key to a good fly cast.  The stroke is the bending of the rod which focuses the energy of the cast.  The stop releases the energy. Once released, the aim carries the fly to it’s intended destination.  Similarly as we let go we allow our attention to widen into surrender.  We rest back and trust the water to carry the intention to it’s target.  The catch is contained in the cast.  What connects the two is presence and surrender.  If in the drift phase, we doubt and question and lift the hook from the water too soon, we have created interference in the signals and will receive mixed or muddy signals in return…no fish. 

The surrendered release is as vital as the clear cast. The catch takes care of itself.  Our only job is to remain present and focused here and NOW to receive, in unexpected ways, from a depth of life that we never imagined when we first set our hook on the water.

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