Likin' the Spiritual, but NOT the Religious? discussion

Strayed writes in the very last paragraph of the book, "To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life -- like all lives, myserious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be." What do you think this means as a closing to the book?