When I watch the Salmon return…

When I watch the salmon return it always makes me cry.  Not because they are returning to die.  After all they are fulfilling their purpose and destiny. From fresh water to the depths of the ocean and back this journey has been passed on from the ancient line that came before them. 

When I watch the salmon return I must admit I can anthropomorphize their struggles, cheering them on as they battle their way upstream.  Some of them so torn and battered yet they continue forward against the river's current.   I figure it never hurts to root for natures creations…  

When I watch the salmon return (like watching geese fly overhead in their formations) it always touches me so deeply.  There is a moment or two of pure joy and wonderment.  In that moment there is a “knowing” that life is a sacred journey.