Golf Therapy

When I hit a wall, I pack it up and go hit golf balls, instead.

For me, golf has it all.golftherapy

Mighty swings excise anxiety.

Putting forces focus.

Terrible lies induce both courage and humility.

A few lucky shots keep hope alive.

I challenge coyotes to stare-downs.

I talk squirrels into following us around for a few holes.

Fairways littered and saddened with debris from a recent downpour miraculously look reborn–only a few days later.

Survival stories of cancer, knee-replacements, the newly-widowed, the newborns.

We brush elbows.

We trade score cards. Continue reading “Golf Therapy”

Your Turn: Bullied? Manipulated? Hurting? Healing? Please share.

Zing!

Please, please…zing us!

FindingBreathless has been paddling as fast the little duck feet could muster, heading toward a lily pad. (Truthfully, that lily pad has been covering up a¬†soapbox podium, but you knew that, right?) Today, we’re climbing onto a lily pad and turning off our own microphones. ¬†Today is your turn to be heard. Continue reading “Your Turn: Bullied? Manipulated? Hurting? Healing? Please share.”