I feel like a fisherman who took the boat out scouting for some new spots, because his normal catch had dwindled to small numbers. But he didn't find any good new fishing grounds on the voyage, and nor can he return to port empty-handed - his creditors will be waiting. And so, he sails back to the familiar places he knows there will be some fish. But as the sun sinks low into the sky, these waters too, look unfamiliar and uncertain. And in some ways, this gives him hope - maybe the change he sees will signal a change in his catch as well. It also creates worry, as the change might not be for the better. I untangle my old net - it's frayed and thin now, but it will hold, and I cast it, with hope, into the water.
Let's see what's out there. . .
