I done wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail; only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick; I'm so mean I make medicine sick. -Muhammad Ali On the wooden bleachers, I sit baking in the sun, waiting for a cloud. Out past the fence, Arle is walking across the infield dirt towards center. She doesn’t look at me even though I know she knows I’m looking at her. It’s the privilege of the ballplayer/ to walk to and from the dugout ignoring the outside world. Some might say they are in the zone, but I know that’s not it. She knows I know, too. But she walks her beautiful walk out across that special dirt leaving cleat tracks that won’t last a day.
Beautiful. Short of reading tea leaves, I am always looking for signs, and it sounds like that train is signaling that you are definitely on the right track. I’m no professional, but there’s a calmness in your writing and I hope it’s signaling that the meds are working and allowing you to embrace the love in/of your life. Keep on keepin’ on.
Beautiful, as always, my friend. So glad the meds are helping soothe your anxiety. Fingers crossed for you on that. Also glad they haven’t dulled your observational eye. What a gift. Thank you again/as always for sharing. Sounds like it’s gonna be a good summer.
Beautiful. Short of reading tea leaves, I am always looking for signs, and it sounds like that train is signaling that you are definitely on the right track. I’m no professional, but there’s a calmness in your writing and I hope it’s signaling that the meds are working and allowing you to embrace the love in/of your life. Keep on keepin’ on.
Beautiful, as always, my friend. So glad the meds are helping soothe your anxiety. Fingers crossed for you on that. Also glad they haven’t dulled your observational eye. What a gift. Thank you again/as always for sharing. Sounds like it’s gonna be a good summer.