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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