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

Years That Surround Us


Thousands of old and new books lie in the shelves around me.
Some have been around for two decades and others a whole century plus more.
Not all are read.  Some are just dust collectors written by authors that fade away as time evolves.
The pages are ripped and yellow with a smell of death.
Untouched for years and in the shadows of the other books.
The previous owner is either dead or ancient.
The book holds more history than a man who fought at Pearl Harbor.
Through the hands of many and scanned by many eyes. 
History is in front of us, in the books, in the shadows, awaiting us to come by.
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