And the Whippoorwill Sang by Micki Peluso

I would just look at them twisting and turning trying to crawl out of my hand in search of good ol’ Mother Earth. With poles in hand, the first task at hand was baiting the hooks. I would shut my eyes and hesitantly dip my hand in the bucket coming out with a handful of squishy, wiggly worms. Once on the water we road around and in a short while stopped at one of Daddy’s favorite fishing ‘holes’. Could not find a photo of Daddy/daughter fishing! There are no pictures of us in the family album but this is a very good replica of Daddy’s fishing boat. No, sir! He said he would have enough to do to keep his own pole baited and in the water. He let me know right away he would not be baiting the hook for me. No fancy rods and reels, just simple cane poles and the red wigglers for bait. How I loved the times he would take me fishing! The day before we would go digging for worms and set out early the next morning for the lake with his fishing boat in tow. He was also an avid hunter but that seemed to be put aside as he approached his senior senior years. What a great man! He loved the out of doors and was his happiest either fishing on Lake Seminole or playing golf. I do believe the reason this hit me last night is because throughout the entire day yesterday, my dad was heavy on my mind. Oh, I can just hear you now! WORMS! UGH! You shiver and squimishly shy away! But, WAIT! Don’t be in such a rush there is actually a good reflection going on here. [After reading this post, be sure to go to. To each person who reads this message, take a few moments of silent prayer for those who seek and need your support during dire times in their lives. For though the world may at times appear dark, you have the light of the gospel, let it be a beacon to guide your way throughout the long hours of each day. The courage to accept, the courage to bear the sorrow, the courage to show strength to others, the courage to carry on but most of all, the courage to believe. Prayerful thoughts are sent to each of them. Recently there have been several bloggers who have shared ‘stormy’ times within environments of either family members, friends or both. Like the firey nature of a storm, the atmosphere may suddenly appear bleak and often dark but never without the shining rays of hope. While catnipoflife strives to share thoughts of inspiration on life’s beautiful reflections, it is also necessary to sometimes pause in refection of the stormy times in life. Throughout life we encounter experiences that bring on tears of happiness but all too often those tears are tears of sorrow.

And the Whippoorwill Sang by Micki Peluso