funky praying.

i'm not one of those eternally positive and happy people. 

oh how i envy them, though. 

i was born into a melancholy state 

and

sometimes i just have to let it all be

and 

let it all pass. 

this particular bout of 

low spirits

and

heaviness of heart 

hung on for a couple of days. 

more like: 

58 hours

16 minutes

and

some odd seconds. 

these days that passed me by:

i was a log 

chuting through the rapids

only to end up stuck on the gravel. 

so: 

i prayed for a way out of this funk.

i prayed:

help me help me help me help me.

funny how prayers are answered. 

so no sooner had i drank my morning tea

did mister pencilfox say 

"let's go fishing...." 

 we loaded up our best friends

and

the fishing equipment

and 

drove northward to bonnie lake. 

 pinto and ziggy intuited my darkness.

they showed me the humour in fishing.
ziggy leaped and hopped through the grasses
and ran to me 
touching his wet feet to my legs - "how are you right now?"

every time pinto saw my bobber come 

reeling back to shore

she thought it was a ball she had to catch.

plus:

she's quite obsessive about fish. 

she LOVES fish. 

she shakes and quivers

and

leans 

pulsating

trembling

over the side of others' boats

as they pull up to shore:

she is planning how to steal their catch. 

i found my voice

and 

i was able to say with great humility and gratitude:

thank you. 

thank you. 

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