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HELLO PEMBERTON
Three unique characters with a shared passion for music dive head first into the Pemberton Music Festival and the philosophically charged writing of a Buddhist fly fisherman. The juxtaposition between their peaceful natural surroundings and the wild festival energy inspires them to reflect on their personal lives and the experience they’re sharing with one another.
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THE SETTING
The Village of Pemberton is home to quaint family farms, outdoor adventures, stunning vistas, and of course Pemberton Music Festival – the largest Music, Comedy and Camping Festival in Canada. What is typically a small town tucked within the coastal mountains turns into a wild music festival scene. Pastures turn into fields of tents, the 2 lane highway is backed up for miles, and stages are set with the spectacular backdrop of Mt. Currie. It’s a destination festival like no other, and the perfect setting for stories to be written.
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PASSAGE 1: Angling
It is quite easy to compare one’s life to the plight of the angler. The metaphor is loved like a favorite pair of boots, oiled and well used – not often thrown away. Standing in the current, trying not to disturb the primordial community of fish, water, and rock the angler hopes to enter the environs, not as separate, but part of. Presenting the proper fly and with the proper drift, the angler prays for the run to hold fish. If the angler has seen his prospects tailing, rising, or holding in the run – then the hope is for trout to eat the presented fly.
Every trip to the water is a completely new and fresh experience.
This is most delightful and awe inspiring. It is my developing opinion that hopeful expectation is an old trick that should be soon forgotten. Why not just be hopeful? Must we faithfully bow to an imaginary outcome that could never be? That is to say, why not try and be available for hardship and failure in the same way we greet success. Why not move into each moment available to the ways in which the moment wants to unfold. I do not to intend to say that I have embodied this practice without fail, but it is my hope to practice living in a way that allows each moment to swim and flow into the next with out my ceaseless opinion of it. Still in order to exhaust these opinions, reflections allow the experience to dissolve from mind chatter into embodied wisdom. In this way, angling becomes my attempts at understanding the ancient yoga of living.
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