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.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Eyes on you like hawks, we stare and watch every movement from each breath you take to the opening of your eyes throughout the day.  The break of day comes and one by one people disappear to leave you with your one and only love.  She cares, eats, sleeps, and repeats the cycle every day for you.  Prayers are always on the way, calling the angels to create a shield from the evil that is always lurking.  Sleep, rest, and let your worries leave you like leaf does during winter.  Close your eyes and dream so that you can walk again, smile again, and speak again.  Faith is on our side always and dreams are everything, but impossible.   

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


Prayer after prayer, you help me deal with everything.  I’m not sure I’m ready for the many tests you have in store for me.  I beg no, but must understand.  Just give me the time to revisit the person that I once doubted.  I can’t have another taken away without one last word.  Give my family the strength as we struggle through the tough times.  I pray that he have strength, forgiveness, love, and a full recovery.  Sometimes people are blinded by the past and they forget to love always.  I understand the test, please don’t give it to me now.       

Monday, October 22, 2012

Today is just one of those days you just say, "Ah, What the hell..."

You crash like the waves of a tsunami in the back of my mind, the roaring tides and the strong gusts of wind remind me of the feelings left from the unfinished business, and let’s not forget like the sea of dead fish left after the matter is the way I have become to you. The marks left on me from the lashing whips of water have been torturous and now my eyes are dry of any tears that may be lurking behind any old memories. Inspired once by your independent thinking and determination, I was swallowed in by Moby Dick like Pinocchio. Now Moby Dick is the only whale I’m not looking for. I will let the waves pass and the ocean calm while I continue sailing the sea into unknown territory.