Golf swing, somehow the mystery therein, lose sight of the ball somewhere in the backswing,

Flipping quesadillas and pancakes on the stove-top, hope it lands on the hotplate, cook on, cook on,

God stuff, pick your tradition, your beliefs, what makes sense, what rings true, what speaks to your souls, fortifies you, in the end it’s a

Leap and the net will appear…in the end your light goes out in this life and then, what next?

It’s a leap of faith to the other side. See you there.