The mend. That tricky flick of the wrist and controlled movement of the rod to align the fly in the water column and reduce drag that without management will paint the fly a hoax.
Both as the fly and the mender we are constantly struggling to stay true and flow with the stream as naturally as the water over and around the structures of the river bed. Being ignorant to the line and its affect on us as we drift though life is impossible as the shifts and choices that distort our path define us and our fate. We strive for fluidity and to ride the path of least resistance, but are unable to contest the pull imparted on us.
As the mender, ever aware of the effects our movements, or lack thereof, have on the things we are connected to, we strive to minimize the pull that our connection to the fly creates. Through a deeper understanding of this connection, and the effects of our tinkering, we can present the fly more naturally and hopefully induce more strikes from the finned objects of our desire. Without this understanding the river and life can be a frustrating place.
We have a responsibility to do what we can to right the course and mitigate the drag we impart on the things around us. Without empathy and perspective we will continue to pull others, and be pulled ourselves, unnaturally through life escaping the happiness and beauty that a simple flick or roll can get us closer to.
Explore the connection, decrease the drag, stay gold, provide true value and allow others and the world around us to live naturally without suffering the impacts of our ignorance. The alternative is easier, but fruitless.
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