Well, OK, this is a little late, but I got side-tracked by the Catholic-Reiki topic (See previous blog entry). Any way, Spring is here and with it comes HOPE! Hope that new beginnings bring. This hope is symbolic in the seeds we planted at Ostara.

This hope actually begins to grow each fall for many of us sports (baseball in particular) fans. In the Greater Cleveland area, where I lived most of my life, the phrases “Maybe next year” or “Wait until next year” became a tradition on their own. Always clinging to that hope. That hope builds through the Fall and Winter, climaxing in Spring with the end of Spring training and the celebration of Opening Day. For on Opening Day, everybody is in first place.

Side Note: They never sold bottles of beer at Cleveland’s stadiums. They couldn’t, they always lost the opener. Ha! Ha! Get it? Bottle…Opener…. Ok then…

As I was saying, when you think about it, life can be like baseball. When he year (season) ends, you take some time to reflect. What things went right? What went wrong? What things do you want to keep?(Resign players). What do you want to rid yourself of? (Release players) How can you improve for the new year? (Make a trade) Make plans and prepare for the new year. (Off-season and Spring training) Come the new year, you get to display the new you. (New team, stadium improvement) The best part is, if you make an error on opening day (or any other day really) the next day brings another opportunity. As Yogi said, “It ain‘t over ‘til it’s over.” Even after making 3 outs, a new beginning awaits or another game if those outs occurred in the 9^th inning.

Each day, each year, brings new beginnings to us. Once we make those 3 outs in the 9^th, we come back for another time, another game, another season. We are given life anew. Maybe not as a Cleveland Indian or Boston Red Sox, but life will renew in some form for all of us, either wearing a familiar or new uniform.

So, let’s PLAY BALL!! Live LIFE!

GOOOO TRIBE! (Sorry, I couldn’t help it!)

Blessed Be!