Loads of forward moving over the past ten days—thinking, planning, listing, setting up, shooting, talking, filming, talking some more then breaking down and putting away—the talk was about baseball, Diamond Stars, and the Healing Power of Cardboard…
Soon all of this activity will translate into images of me and my old baseball cards on You Tube…
Life is curious. At times, I find myself unable to articulate my deeper feelings of being. Ones that have been stirred to the surface since connecting to the core of my nine-year-old's card collecting passion. Instead, I segue into a baseball cardboard patois that often leaves my non-card-obsessed friends yawning and looking for the nearest exit. Now, I wonder if I have become over sensitized about Being Boring…
During our two You Tube video shoot sessions, I found that a part of me was freed from that fear—my belief that…no one really wants to listen to this cardboard conversation...Instead I feel hope surging that what I found along with my old baseball cards and what it is doing for me might encourage others to look at their lost connections. I believe that most of us carry passions that touched deep at some point of our lives but were swept away along with a nameless something that needed to be forgotten or kept secret. I am grateful for grace given that brought me back to this lost passion, and for the opportunity to complete this early story that began before the storm.
I believe I am finding my way home.
Bless all victims of violence on this November 22, 2013. Many of us do recall and all of us may remember fifty years ago today. I hold my thoughts close, for those whose lives are cut short and I grieve with the survivors.
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Soon all of this activity will translate into images of me and my old baseball cards on You Tube…
Life is curious. At times, I find myself unable to articulate my deeper feelings of being. Ones that have been stirred to the surface since connecting to the core of my nine-year-old's card collecting passion. Instead, I segue into a baseball cardboard patois that often leaves my non-card-obsessed friends yawning and looking for the nearest exit. Now, I wonder if I have become over sensitized about Being Boring…
During our two You Tube video shoot sessions, I found that a part of me was freed from that fear—my belief that…no one really wants to listen to this cardboard conversation...Instead I feel hope surging that what I found along with my old baseball cards and what it is doing for me might encourage others to look at their lost connections. I believe that most of us carry passions that touched deep at some point of our lives but were swept away along with a nameless something that needed to be forgotten or kept secret. I am grateful for grace given that brought me back to this lost passion, and for the opportunity to complete this early story that began before the storm.
I believe I am finding my way home.
Bless all victims of violence on this November 22, 2013. Many of us do recall and all of us may remember fifty years ago today. I hold my thoughts close, for those whose lives are cut short and I grieve with the survivors.
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