Spiritual Practice of Fishing
“If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, the one I considered most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.”—Leo Tolstoy in Essays, Letters, and Miscellanies (Scribner’s, 1929).
All the fishermen I know are early risers. Some go out on calm rivers, often with an experienced guide.
I also know other fishermen who prefer the ocean's larger waves.
I sit outside each morning on the Gulf Coast just after sunrise, watching lone surf fishermen arrive like clockwork at the water’s edge with fishing rods, rod holders, buckets, bait, and folding beach chairs. They are early risers, arriving before the pelicans, seagulls, and dolphins come out of hiding. The members of this all-male club mark their territory by spiking two rod holders into the sand, the only signs of human presence. Then they unfold their chairs, bait their lines, cast them beyond the roaring white surf, and sit and wait between the two holders for the rods to jump and bend.
The nibbles are infrequent, so they spend most of their time sitting and staring out into the Gulf. They peer out as if they can see all the way beyond South America. They do not take out their cell phones or read books. Instead, they wait patiently, usually for several hours, presumably with great faith that their efforts will connect them to the gift of unknown food from beneath the sea.
One fisherman describes some days of fishing, feeling the joy of being a young boy again. On other days, he identifies with Hemingway’s struggles in The Old Man and the Sea.
I have become so fascinated by watching the fishermen that I recognize them by their walk, what they wear, whom they talk to, when they come out, and how long they stay. When I speak with them, they teach me a great deal about spirituality, faithfulness, and surrendering to a spiritual practice. Indeed, some fishermen call their daily routine a spiritual practice, while others would be appalled at calling their fishing such a name. Nevertheless, they all agree that this recreational sport brings them peace; most realize they are not after the fish. It is re-creation.
Perhaps this uncertainty, grounded in faith, is also part of our spiritual practices: Centering Prayer, the Rosary, the labyrinth, prayer, fasting, Lectio divina, and worship. The peace comes from offering time, a piece of our life, to the practice, rather than always reaching a goal or making or receiving a connection.
My second gift from our fishermen is that I have stayed grounded, connected to my surroundings, and living in the present moment by observing them. The fishermen are teaching me to look beyond the turbulent water’s edge and to have faith that there is something greater than any of us, constantly connecting with us.
Joanna. https://www.joannaseibert.com/