When I hit a wall, I pack it up and go hit golf balls, instead.
For me, golf has it all.
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”