A Relection.

FAOL Community JC Memorial
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Good evening,

There comes a time when no human has control of the Events around them, no matter how rich or poor or if they can read or write or not.

These times are where you start your adventure on Mother Earth and when you leave it.

The start is full of joy, full of expections and everybody is excited and happy.

And when you leave it is full of tears and sorrow from those who are left behind.

These conditions are normal in a humans life cycle, we cannot escape them.

Why, the sorrow, simply because they are not going with you, them, leaving us behind and going to where ever we move to next, if we were going also, there would be no tears or sorrow rather there would be more joy, excitement and looking forward to the next adventure.

For the person moving on, it would be a very sad reflection of their life if no one cried, no one was sad, and no one reflected on the ways that person conducted their llife on Mother Earth and the ways they shared and conducted their life here.

Next time you meet someone, try to smile, try to give without asking, try and help another, just like some people do in trying to make this World a better place, without asking for anything in return.

Because one day, you will move from this World to the next great adventure, like everybody will without choice, but before you leave, move on, you too could make this World a better place like I hear Mr Castwell did if you try that little bit harder to be nice.

If we all take one little step, we can cover miles in making our World a better place, it is YOUR turn now.

Some people have and now have moved onto the next great adventure.

Kindest regards,
Barry N Ryan

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I would like to post this from Peter Charles, who wrote the great online resource Scandinavian Shooting Heads for Great Lakes Steelhead (found at his website, http://www.hooked4life.ca/glsteelhead/Home.html ). For those of you who don’t know, Peter is a Guideline Power Team pro staff member who can be found fishing on southern Ontario waters, especially the Grand. Peter was at yesterday’s Grand River Spey Clave in Paris, Ontario…an amazing event that brought close to 200 people together from as far away as BC, Alberta, Chicago, Michigan, New York, and Ohio, not to mention all areas of Ontario…wonderfully put on by Randy Wilson and a group of volunteers…which reminded me of the type of thing JC was trying to do for all of us here on FAOL…to share this great sport of fly fishing in all its aspects.

This is what Peter wrote about his first time on the Credit River. It is fitting prose for any fly fisher, whether single handed or spey:

First there’s the quiet. I’m in a valley carved by watery violence, executed by the run-off from the last glaciation. Carved through the middle of a suburban heaven housing five million; I’m in my own world. Nothing makes a sound. The garrulous birds of summer have been supplanted by their wiser winter kin. Nothing wastes energy here. Even the river seems to have muted itself to the cold. All along its banks, ice has piled up, thrown with a casualness that reveals real power. I pick my way through. The new snow both blinds me and obscures the gaps that will snap a careless leg. Someone has walked before me and I trust in his tracks. At the river’s edge, I scan water that might hold steelhead. I have no real way of knowing if they are there; faith alone propels me. I tie on hope and cast out my dream. In a while, consciousness reveals a light snow falling. My hood, my shoulders take on a freshness they don’t deserve. I felt the cold at the truck, but now a warmth pervades that tells me I am alive again.

Just wanted to say that Peter speaks from the heart…and after some recent sad news (such as reported here) I thought it was important to post a message of hope.