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.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

The Bird


The bird spreads his wings and can go wherever he pleases, but 

trained by himself, he makes the same journey as before.
He never looks back and is completely focused on his destination.
He passes the view of the flowers that sit on tope of the hill an dthe oceans that crash against the rocks.
Occasionally he stops for a rest only to spend it alone.
His feathers more beautiful than a peacocks and desired by many,
They remain unshared an dseen only from a distance.
Because of his way to avoid everything along his path,
He will never be hurt by the hunter and will make it to his destination,
Untouched and alone.

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