IT TAKES PRACTICE
It takes practice to repeat the
success you had, just last year. And as we go through this life, we realize,
youth indeed was a gift and exceeded all expectations. I am one of the lucky ones, but it still
takes effort to put out and be received in a genuinely gracious manner. I extend myself, but by this time in life I
know what I am good at. And am saying
this because I was just looking out the window, kind of a gray day, and looks
like a whisp of light rain. But I can
deal with that.
Mountains to the west,
buildings to the east. Great contrast
and a breath of fresh air, from the mountains and across the water, now
reaching out to me, and I am grateful. Thinking
about being in the mountains or just in climate and weather, dealing with the
next incident of life. Terrific. And brings me to understanding how fortunate
my life has been. But then arrive back
to my first thought. It takes practice.
Baseball thoughts. Spring Training. It takes practice to be this good, but is
why they pay them and discard them when performance wanes. As for me,
I see the big picture. Mountains
to the West. Buildings in the East. Stand tall and improvise. Check out the online hype and then wander
off. Call it a day. Most are stuck at the office, or in a
sweatshop, or at home working the computer.
Just managing. Getting by. And I notice today is Chinese New Year. Was at the Asian store just yesterday. Was fun to see the people out and about,
preparing to celebrate with their families.
I liked that.
For me, it mostly about Tiers
of Family. Am the grandfather type
now. Flux and flow between the constant
of thought and dream, mixing Asian seasoning with Euro-Refinement. Mediterranean Diet and all of this reminds me to say by prayers,
brush my teeth, and wave when out in public and you pass me by. Not that the baseball season is fast and
furious and fleeting. So many ways to
make the adjustment, gage the pitch and strike out. Is what I do when I go west into the
mountains, leaving the city behind. I
find it cute that Chinese New Years celebration surrounds me with the pink of
Cherry Blossoms, and crab bisque.
Takes practice to dabble in the cultural affairs of people
you don’t even know. Takes practice to
blend in. And I am thinking, who cares
that you were just this close to winning 2 Super Bowls in consecutive
years. Can you throw a 97 mph fastball. Can you out run me?
Heartbeat and strong hands is
almost enough to turn the corner on yesterday, and make your way along the
corridor of wisdom and truth. Is
important to know what the children are doing, but as it turns out, with cell
phone and smart device in hand, its all so deceptive. Not like everything is a countdown to
disaster, but as the election year gets closer to electing a supreme commander
and chief, you see people lining up and hoping to get some of the offerings the
system dangles in front of the ambitious ones.
As for me, it takes practice to
look the other way. Go back to Day
1 and Transcription 12. Memorize the parts I missed, and hope to
improve. Calgary. Hockey.
Lent. Cold enough to shiver and
not go around with bare feet. Mostly
seeking out a lull in the storm. Seeking
a walk down to the ferry dock, and then due west. Into the mountains. Not working.
Have enough for now. Plants on
the deck below are turning green. No
worry stalks me and not really tomatoes that inspire me to practice more. Heartbeat and strong hands, and I adore
you. That’s enough. For now.
Technical difficulties do not
deter me from practicing on the wire of the unknown. Slip and fall, and you are destined to meet
your maker, or so might priced doctor, or at best another trip to Medicare to
see if your insurance covers all of this.
As for me I know. Its just a
test. Its just words they give to you,
like an implant for mind control, as they prepare you for the arduous path you
are about to embark on. I remember
youth. I remember the View Nam
War. I remember thinking it would be
nice to have a warm bath, but times were brutal. Deferred and often deported, time warp and
stale sandwich. No McDonalds. No Subway.
Mountains and Building became a
rally cry. 911. And so it is, it takes practice to keep the
peace, rattle a sword and control the sun and the snow and be the star of this
afternoons practice. We look forward to
it. Everybody loves the day their
paycheck is deposited. Chinese New Year. Drones in my backyard, and I am
thinking. How’s it going. Anything new?
