Reflections by a Lake on a Snowy Evening
February 9, 2014
Sitting by a frozen lake on a snowy evening, I watched men beyond the willows, out on the ice. They fished through holes, but why?
My feeling is they are born with the DNA of their Hunter / Gatherer Ancestors, all is not forgotten it is still felt. I know them they are my kin; we are not comforted all the time by the warmth and amenities of our new technology. They may earn a living by technology, but they still live by interacting with the Spirit of Nature. Perhaps they do not even fish to be happy but are happy because this Spirit fishes with them. I return to Nature in all seasons and in all kinds of weather. Without this special stimulus I would not easily paint, tell stories or share meals of fish with loved ones.
Out in nature it is not always so sublime, so peaceful, I see things born and I see things die. If I kill I eat that which I consume, and I know that the wild thing I ate is part of me, and in a spiritual way, it is with me for all time.
This life, like a misty vapor that burns off the river by mid-day, will also evaporate. But, with the Creator I know, there is no death, only continual creation. My time like the fish is brief, may I be one with the things that swim and may I see their world without air tanks and breathing tubes one day. In time the circle will come full cycle and I will be a part of the Great Spirit. Thank you for every day I have seen the sun rise and set, thank you for the blessings I have known.
Give me opportunities to pay tribute to you; whether in art or storytelling, I want to keep the tradition of my ancient ancestors alive with a human touch. Thank you for technology too so that I can touch others and communicate the things I feel about you.
Thank you Creator and my friends, sincerely,
Terry Martin
February 9, 2014
Sitting by a frozen lake on a snowy evening, I watched men beyond the willows, out on the ice. They fished through holes, but why?
My feeling is they are born with the DNA of their Hunter / Gatherer Ancestors, all is not forgotten it is still felt. I know them they are my kin; we are not comforted all the time by the warmth and amenities of our new technology. They may earn a living by technology, but they still live by interacting with the Spirit of Nature. Perhaps they do not even fish to be happy but are happy because this Spirit fishes with them. I return to Nature in all seasons and in all kinds of weather. Without this special stimulus I would not easily paint, tell stories or share meals of fish with loved ones.
Out in nature it is not always so sublime, so peaceful, I see things born and I see things die. If I kill I eat that which I consume, and I know that the wild thing I ate is part of me, and in a spiritual way, it is with me for all time.
This life, like a misty vapor that burns off the river by mid-day, will also evaporate. But, with the Creator I know, there is no death, only continual creation. My time like the fish is brief, may I be one with the things that swim and may I see their world without air tanks and breathing tubes one day. In time the circle will come full cycle and I will be a part of the Great Spirit. Thank you for every day I have seen the sun rise and set, thank you for the blessings I have known.
Give me opportunities to pay tribute to you; whether in art or storytelling, I want to keep the tradition of my ancient ancestors alive with a human touch. Thank you for technology too so that I can touch others and communicate the things I feel about you.
Thank you Creator and my friends, sincerely,
Terry Martin