Very little brings me the sense of renewal to me as well as opening day of baseball season (yesterday). Each team opens the season looking at 162 games of possibility. The grass is green, the uniforms crisp. Batting helmets are not stained with pine tar. Each team starts off with the same record and anything can happen – and does. This year in particular that is more than a saying, a year following the Cubs ending their 108 year drought by winning the World Series. Opening day, when anything is possible!
Of course, in life, we get 365 Opening Days each year, sometimes 366! As the hymn (and the artist formerly known as Cat Stevens) notes, each morning, this morning, “has broken, like the first morning.” Today, it occurs to me more than ever to be open to its possibilities.
It occurs to me... 