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.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Scarred and Healed


The clouds become greyer as the shadow disappears into the black hole of the universe.  It is not a case of Alzheimer’s disease, but the constant silent tick of time embedded into the hard drive of the body that creates the distance between one point and another.  The time it takes for the Earth to completely rotate 360 degrees on its axis seems to become longer and suddenly nothing is as satisfying as it once was.  Winter days last twelve months and the leaves never reappear on the trees.  It is not until the realization of self-independence that the two points no longer connect and the time of darkness was just the time to mend our other missing half together again.  Once again whole and ready to walk through the clouds to see the light, a new path is taken and we walk it alone for it is a life of one and not two.     
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