Nothing makes me as aware of Time’s ravaging claw and the changing seasons more than the arrival of baseball in the Spring.
For my sins, I am a Mets fan. It is because of this fact that the promise of rebirth is always a blessing, ostensibly. Each team starts the season with a new record and the promise of performance equal to any other. How they perform throughout the season has yet to happen. For today, they have a perfect record and their whole lives in front of them (or, at least, the next 161 games).
How can we utilize this thought for the day in our own lives? I’ve spent the last couple of days thinking on it.
Moving to the Adirondacks is a interesting change for me: deep change. It sounds very glamorous to tell people that i have lived as far afield as New Zealand or Rome or London, but at the end of the day, these places are all cities. Moving from one city to another, granted, is no easy task, however there are definite expectations to which all cities (okay, most cities) can meet. Shops to buy things, bars to drink at, people of all manner of shapes, sizes and colors to interact with.
The change to rural living is enough of a paradigm shift that I find myself in a bit of culture shock. The quest for a house that is winterized is seemingly akin to hunting for the Grail at this moment. Finding a sense of direction as well as carving a niche for oneself within a small and tightly knit community is ever more a challenge as we grow.
I suppose it’s natural to grow introspective in these times of change, so I am resisting the urge to become maudlin. There are so many potential projects on the boil… Really it’s a question of trying to fit everything in.
Bringing this back to the original analogy of baseball (because everything comes back to baseball eventually), let us look at this transition season of Spring as the opportunity to grow. Huzzah! A clean slate! For much like my ever-maligned New York Mets, right now I am 1-0.