Nine Holes

I am always amazed how my mind can wander during a Reiki session. This past Friday, within minutes of starting my session I found myself standing with a Golf Club in my hand hitting a pure shot. The picture eventually faded away but since I was heading up to Mom and Dad's for lawn cutting duty I threw the clubs in the car, perhaps I had been sent a message.

A pure shot, for those of you who don't play golf, often is unassuming, it is also rare. The pure shot is the culmination of mind and body working in perfect harmony and often effortless.

It was five forty five when I locked up the house, I was tired, sneezing from grass / pollen and counting reasons to drive directly home. As I neared the entrance to Cacapon State Park my hands pulled and my foot tapped the brakes for the turn. “Well, I'll just take a look,” I told myself.

No one, no one on the first tee or hardly anyone on the whole darn course for that matter. It was only a few minutes after six and I was going down, hook, line and sinker.

I'd like to say that the first swing was the realization of my Reiki vision but a quick snap hook into an awaiting bunker was not the vision in mind. Besides that, it hurt, really hurt and I wondered if I should walk away. Somewhere, two inches below my belly button and one inch to the right something declared that it did not like golf.

Just Great, my side hurts and I've got a bad lie in the bunker. “No problem, easy swing, just get it out”, was my thought process. Again, form does not match vision as I top the ball, dribbling it through the bunker out to the rough. A quick pitch, two putts later for a bogy five, all right, that will work.

I won't give a blow by description of every shot, god knows my wife will be distressed, often she “revels” as I recount an entire round.

My pure shot happened on the third hole, a par five of around five hundred yards. A surprise drive of two hundred fifty yards left my ball in a light rough, a great lie teasing me to go for the green with a fairway wood. Instead I thought, “If I hit a seven iron, with a slight hook and hit right into an exiting downhill slope that ball will take off like crazy.” Need I tell you? It was effortless, it was pure and hit exactly as planned. As it bounded down the fairway with hook over-spin I knew my Reike vision had been realized. I have no reason to doubt the course markings, I had hit the ball just around two hundred ten yards.

Walking off the ninth green, darkness on my heels, a mulligan aided forty two made my golf bag a little lighter while thinking “How could I have made a seven on seven”, ...... for a while I was back!

Mom is doing great, she was released Friday and is with Trish, Dad is restless.

Maggie's play is a hoot. I've made two performances and hope to make one or two more next week.

Tonight Sue, Beverly and I head to Shepherd University for a performance that Patrick will be in.

On an interesting note; my neurophy got much worse as the week went on. I have to admit that this was bothering me to a great degree. I have been trying to increase my running mileage, could that be it? Or, was my cesation of beer all week long the culprit? I don't know, but yesterday, three beers, two in the afternoon, one late in the evening and the numbness is about fifty percent of what it had been most of Saturday.

Hummm............... Mike