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December 8 Moment of peace. An hour or a day or a week of solitude. What was the quality of your breath? The state of your mind? How did you get there?

I am an introvert and peace and quiet is a must for me. Occasionally I have to pull the shades and walk around in my own little world. I can go an entire weekend without talking to another human. I have been doing this my whole life. It is how I energize myself.

Therefore, I was having a hard time pulling out one moment that stood out more than others. There was that great yoga retreat in North Carolina led by my awesome yoga teacher Sharon that had several blissfully peaceful moments. There are the many walks in the woods that I have taken through the years with my camera. There is something peaceful about examining and breaking down your surroundings looking for a great composition.

And then it hit me, the moments I spent fishing with my dad when I was a little girl. Those morning rides up the lake were I would hum along with the boat motor. The early fog drifting around us as we glided across the water. The quiet lapping of the water when he cut off the motor and we started moving slowly along the bank and through the dead trees looking for the perfect spot. We sat in silence, trying not to scare the fish away, and then there would be a tiny splash behind us as a fish jumped out of the water. Sometimes we caught some and sometimes we didn’t. I don’t really remember that part as much as I can still feel the sun on my skin as it broke through the fog, the smell of the pine trees on the bank and the great happiness I felt in spending the day with my dear ol’ dad.

I wouldn’t take anything for those memories of the trips to the lake and the hours spent watching a float bobbing on the top of the water, waiting on the big trophy fish to bite and not being disappointed when it didn’t.

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