continually holistic
what a gloriously wonderful morn...
the crispness of the air was only surpassed by the explosion of color as i took the '67 to register cam for t-ball. the moment, already pregnant w/anticipation, was only confirmed in it's surrealness by the contractions of henly's boys of summer on the radio. i journey north to register my future boy of summer as don amens the refrain w/in the cab of my old truck.
life...
a silly collection of random happenings given rise through chance & circumstance?
not hardly...
his majesty continually speaks through the magic of his creation as well as what some would deem as pop culture throwaways. his truth runs thro all, gives birth to all & brings about purpose in all. we only rob ourselves when we refuse to recognise this.
i once walked this trod w/the blinders that kept him from me, but do so no longer. i've put away the fleshy feelings of trivializing his glory in the minute & have learned to embrace the present of presence. a continual holistic amalgam surprise my days & bring significance.
i can smell the popcorn, peanuts & hot dogs already having to remind myself that we're still 2 months away from the preseason tourney. i sign the registration & already feel the warmth of florida nites wrapping me in their humid embrace as i coach 1st. it'll be a long, eventful trip this year i'm sure, but i welcome the journey.
baseball...
truly a game whose very nature mirrors the eternal. it can make a mockery of time, yet remains a sport of discipline & order. 9 become 1, then 9 again w/the transition of an inning. strategy running subversively throughout times of tedium as bursts of excitement & activity pepper the game, seasoning it for the cognizant palate.
thank you lord for the now & it's ecclesiastical engorgement...
for allowing me to be it's witness...
embracing it w/a mindful eye to the implications of what it holds...
being continually holistic...
the crispness of the air was only surpassed by the explosion of color as i took the '67 to register cam for t-ball. the moment, already pregnant w/anticipation, was only confirmed in it's surrealness by the contractions of henly's boys of summer on the radio. i journey north to register my future boy of summer as don amens the refrain w/in the cab of my old truck.
life...
a silly collection of random happenings given rise through chance & circumstance?
not hardly...
his majesty continually speaks through the magic of his creation as well as what some would deem as pop culture throwaways. his truth runs thro all, gives birth to all & brings about purpose in all. we only rob ourselves when we refuse to recognise this.
i once walked this trod w/the blinders that kept him from me, but do so no longer. i've put away the fleshy feelings of trivializing his glory in the minute & have learned to embrace the present of presence. a continual holistic amalgam surprise my days & bring significance.
i can smell the popcorn, peanuts & hot dogs already having to remind myself that we're still 2 months away from the preseason tourney. i sign the registration & already feel the warmth of florida nites wrapping me in their humid embrace as i coach 1st. it'll be a long, eventful trip this year i'm sure, but i welcome the journey.
baseball...
truly a game whose very nature mirrors the eternal. it can make a mockery of time, yet remains a sport of discipline & order. 9 become 1, then 9 again w/the transition of an inning. strategy running subversively throughout times of tedium as bursts of excitement & activity pepper the game, seasoning it for the cognizant palate.
thank you lord for the now & it's ecclesiastical engorgement...
for allowing me to be it's witness...
embracing it w/a mindful eye to the implications of what it holds...
being continually holistic...
1 Comments:
Damn bro!
I dig that. but best of all...I feel as well.
heres to the sacredness of the journey.
BTW. I can smell it the air as well. the Mets spring train here. most of my days will be spent at Tradition Field in begining in March.
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