The Kansas City Royals certainly helped teachers across this city teach Math(batting averages), History,(29 years since we won the play-offs) and Science (is that statement evidence or hypotheses). The cure to any city is to rally around the long shot, the wild card, and watch them succeed, night after ever loving night. It was a blessing my friends didn’t have cable and came to watch the game with me…night after night! I learned so much about the players and their families. I finally understood the passion for the game! When Hosmer and some other players went to Power and Light, and bought everyone’s liquor, their actions showed me they absolutely loved the fans. What is fascinating is the energy good produces. Family and friends sharing meals into the late hours, and getting up to work without complaint. It seemed as if the whole city was wearing Royal blue, whether or not it was an actual jersey.
Mindfulness is like baseball.
You get together and have good nights and not so good nights. You play your best and hope for the best. The more conscious our city got around winning, the more intent they were around watching. I would say the hours I have spent absorbing baseball was memorizing and nerve shattering. My quiet time can be these polar opposites. Some peaceful Sundays I will meditate on the park bench. As I listen to the fountains and observe the sun dance across the moving water, creating tiny prisms in its path, I am at times memorized by the notion of mindfulness. At other times between high school classes and chaos abounding, taking three deep breathes to tap into my inner resources seem at times hopeless. Yet I know there will be good and not so good meditations. If I continue to show up in the stillness, I know eventually there will be more home runs than strike outs.