Through many years, I've been focusing on the pitch and the outcome of whether or not I actually hit the ball to make it on base. I've realized that it's more about watching the movements the pitcher makes to throw each particular pitch. Will she curve her wrist, smack her glove to scare me, or throw a ball? If I can see what she does as she throws each pitch, I can be better be prepared for that brief moment when the ball reaches the batter's box. The outcome is now the result of my observances and my reaction to each of the pitcher's movement. I'm in control and I choose how I want the game to end.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

With the help of a friend....


(Although, silly, cheesy and different in so many ways, I did post this combined work as proof of our friendship.  Thanks J.)

It starts as a seed,

So new and so fragile

With water and sunlight it sprouts through the dark dirt into the polluted air,

Trouble comes as a solid block of cement covers the one small space forced to the seed.

Although solid and strong, the time and the stress of the earth allow the seed to grow through the concrete.

A refreshing breath of air is taken and it’s time to breathe for a continuance of something strong.

That is the persistence of a great friendship.
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