Battered, Finished, Noble

http://thequietpool.blogspot.com/2007/11/dance-of-chum-salmon.html

It is a frequent observation along river’s edges. Dead salmon, salmon wallowing in the shallows, disoriented and listing to the side ready to die; salmon propelling themselves onto the beach as if to get it over with. 

Our focus is most often outward toward the living as we search for the hook up, ‘the moment’. The fix. Every once in awhile though we stop. We look down at the listless, empty eyes. The scarred gill plate. The gnarly teeth that betray the ferocity. The beginnings, the journey, the migration home, the gauntlet, the hopeful perpetuation, then the end and regeneration. Good to stop and look. Stop, envision then continue on. Not all about you…but a little extra added.