Like a flower, the trees give one final gift before dying for the year.
Daily Archives: October 1, 2010
Perfect Turf
The grass is amazingly perfect. I want to walk barefoot.
Long Enough
Hitting without strength, moving without forcing.
Long Shadows
The long shadows with shorter days remind me of the temporary hold we have on the moment.
Fall
The Approach
253 yards and I don’t have my three wood. Bombed the drive. Feel 10 years younger.
Serenity
My sore aching heart gets a reprieve. Golf heals.
Uphill
Walking the course is the only way to play the game. Playing behind some older couples who I assured should take their time. No hurray. Just soaking in the joy.
Rites
I get in the mood to perform rites and the closest thing I have to a temple is this golf course.
Perfect Fall Day
It’s a blessed day when your wife says “go play golf.” You shouldn’t hesitate, dither, or prevaricate but high to the course. I’m using a used set given to me by my dad, a set of forged Japanese irons by Maruman which are featherlight but remarkably accurate. I call this set, Yellow Peril.
Golfism -life is a metaphor for golf 