I pulled out my old baseball mitt for my kid who hoped to catch a foul ball at the Mariners game last night. Nothing came her way. That glove and I had some good times, like the one long fly ball that was hit over our head in left field, but with my speedy legs and outreached arms we hauled it in and hushed the crowd. Felt good to hold her again when my kid got back from the game. She fit like a glove! We played on three all-star teams together.
Just recently, I was selected to a different kind of all-star team. A group of creative types have formed an exclusive online club to learn, grow and discover by studying and practicing the methods in a book called The Artist’s Way. It’s a spiritual path to creativity. I deserved to be on the select baseball teams, this one I am not so sure. The universe is telling me it is exactly where I need to be right now. Let’s just say I stumbled my way into getting invited and I am so excited. My teammates are so supportive and seem to be as enthusiastic as me. It feels good to feel welcome.
So, here I go on a twelve week journey of exploration. Hopefully, by Thanksgiving, I will have dozen new friends for life, one of them being me. I wonder if anyone will notice a change in my writings when I get there. Will I be a better wordsmith? I wonder if I’ll notice a transformation in me. It’s time to set sail in search of my artist child. Maybe I’ll take my mitt with me on this adventure so I can catch everything I can, including the impossible long fly balls way over my head.