Transitions are predictable if you listen. You can sense them. You can feel them. You can pray for them to come, or for them to delay; but they come at their own pace and in their own way. Look around… life is subtle but it is also predictable for those who pay attention.
And so I knew the day was coming for me to leave West Virginia, this time for good, to cross the Continental Divide to the East and establish our home in the mountains of southwestern Virginia.
Still in Appalachia, still in the hills and their culture that raised me…but different. But before leaving, I got to spend time on the water with my Wife and my Uncle on one of the streams I got to know well.
So now the adventure starts anew… new mountains, new streams, new trout, new stories…
I will return to West Virginia waters. I will always fish with my old friends. But Old Dominion is calling. If I listen, I hear it. Transitions… to peace, to contentment, to what comes next.
Bookend closed. Bookend opened.