By Stephen C. Schultz Leaves fluttered to the ground as a crisp wind bit my cheeks. The tears welling up in my eyes were not born of emotion but of the chill in the air. The small creek to my left meandered down the canyon. The soft gurgling sound of running water as it crossed over ageless boulders was like music to my ears. A flock of mallards bobbed their heads and glided effortlessly in the current as the water swirled into a back eddy just around the next curve. This was truly a Place of Peace . For many families and individuals alike, finding a place of peace seems like a fleeting proposition. Whether it's a teenager, husband, or wife, addiction is no respecter of persons or societal status. Addiction doesn’t discriminate. It brings emotional pain, family discord, and misery to everyone it touches. Addiction is a liar. It tells us there is no problem. It tells us we can handle it. It seduces us into believing that any problems or personal issues are not of our own making ...
By Stephen C. Schultz There is a certain morning in late February when you can feel it. The air is still cold, but it has softened. The light lingers just a little longer on the hills. Snow retreats in quiet surrender, and somewhere in the garage, a tackle box waits to be opened. Spring does not arrive all at once. It hints. It whispers. And for those of us who love to fish, it calls. Fishing has always been more than a pastime. It is an invitation , to slow down, to step outside, to stand shoulder to shoulder with someone you love and wait together for something you cannot force. As I’ve written before in Fishing… It’s Really About Relationships! , the tug on the line is never the whole story. The deeper story is about who is standing next to you when it happens. When I look back over the fishing reflections shared on The Interpreted Rock , I’m reminded that the real treasure has rarely been the fish. In Tangled Lines and Timeless Bonds: Fishing Stories Worth Remembering , the fo...