Playing The Back Nine.
At a recent mass at Loyola, Fr. Bill used a phrase in his homily,sermon, "playing the back nine" as he discussed the finishing out of one's life, the last phase of our existance so to speak. The more I have thought about this the more I want to write a book about all the images that this prospect conjures. As a less than average golfer and humbled meandering pilgrim , the vision of having the energy, focus , skill and temperament to complete what I have started has haunted me for the past few days.
"Inside each and every one of us is our one, true authentic swing. Something we was born with. Something that's ours and ours alone. Something that can't be learned... something that's got to be remembered..."
"...Put your eyes on Bobby Jones (the most prolific golfer ever)... Look at his practice swing, almost like he's searchin for something... Then he finds it... Watch how he settle hisself right into the middle of it, feel that focus... He got a lot of shots he could choose from... Duffs and tops and skulls, there's only ONE shot that's in perfect harmony with the Field... One shot that's his, authentic shot, and that shot is gonna choose him... There's a perfect shot out there tryin' to find each and every one of us... All we got to do is get ourselves out of its way, to let it choose us... Can't see that flag as some dragon you got to slay... You got to look with soft eyes... See the place where the tides and the seasons and the turnin' of the Earth, all come together... where everything that is, becomes one... You got to seek that place with your soul Junuh... Seek it with your hands don't think about it... Feel it... Your hands is wiser than your head ever gonna be... Now I can't take you there Junuh... Just hopes I can help you find a way... Just you... that ball... that flag... and all you are...