Written by Jonathan Mueller, Volunteer, HOW New Jersey Chapter
There is something so peaceful about the water. The soft rocking of my kayak, like that of a baby’s cradle, soothing me, calming me. Nothing else matters at that moment, not the pressures of my job, not the weight of my bills. For the moment, I’m one with my kayak and my fishing rod. The rhythmic swell, coupled with my concentration on working the lure, has put me in a trance. My stress has melted away. All I can hear is the soft slapping of the water against the side of my kayak and some birds chirping in the distance. You know what I’m describing. That’s why you are holding this article. You’ve felt it too. And like me, you’ve tried to explain the feeling to many others. You have even gotten some friends to go out for a paddle with you and now they understand it as well.