The Club has decided to update our course and bring a fresh more modern design. Although I haven't paid attention to their plans of what is to come, I am enticed from within to be surprised and anticipate new memories being made. But all my eyes survey is what is lost and gone. I look over to where one of my favorite trees used to reside right outside my back gate. My Daughter and I since when she was a toddler would sit under it and enjoy a picnic and booktime. Instantly as a chuckle erupts tears fill my eyes as if a movie screen replays that momentous day that I was driving my Daughter back to our yard after enjoying one of our picnic dates. My Daughter and I were as if on a ride at an amusement park when instantly our cart came to a complete stop. I was stuck! Giggling how the men I called over to help working nearby could not speak any English and somehow we communicated. I shake my head as I start my morning walk that I have missed and longed for this past week. As I enjoy my new found freedom I unchained my Heart and Soul to run freely, liken to my dog who jumps and runs and sniffs from here to there as if on a quest of the vast unknown.
As I now sit upon my back porch savoring my coffee my mind is liken to the speaker of the house as it unveils the findings of what is deep within my being. As if my Heart and Soul were now leashed and called Home after running freely. I ponder over my thoughts and senses as I entertain them as the most admired guests to join me. The relevence of golf to life is spoken so commonly it is almost dismissed. As my Daughter is about to finish her first golf year on her JV High School Team this imagry is more potent. I am mulling over about caddies and their role in the game. Moreover, their role to the player. In golf, a caddie (or caddy) is the person who carries a player's bag and clubs, and gives insightful advice and moral support. A good caddie is aware of the challenges and obstacles of the golf course being played, along with the best strategy in playing it.Whilst carrying the bag is part of the caddy’s more traditional role, their actual job description is a whole lot more complicated than that. They are a confidante, a playing partner, a right-hand-man and an advisor to the professional golfer, and the close ties between golfer and caddy are testament to the difference they can make to a game. In short, they can make the difference between winning and losing a tournament, and in a competitive sport, that means everything!
Part of the role is menial – carrying the bag, cleaning the ball, raking the bunkers, replacing divots and holding the flag are all basic caddy duties, but the real skill in caddying lies in helping their golfer to determine the distance to the pin, in advising them on club use and informing them how their game is holding up, as well as how they think it could be improved. A lot to do then! Often times we are the caddy to our own Dreams and other times who is the caddy for you when you are the player on the course of your own Dreams? Just let that resignate and marinate within your being. How often would you have been fired as a caddy? I know about days 4-7 of my sickness, I was weepy, tired and frail. I had a couple incidents that had me overshoot or entirely miss the ball. I felt like I will never see any of my Dreams; much less ever feel better! I complained I was tired of carrying bags, especially anothers. I took no pleasure in the menial aspects and my whole persona almost caused me to loose my tournament of my Dreams of my own in my life.
A dear inspirational friend shared a book on facebook. My Daughter was sitting beside me with her head in my lap on her phone when her ears perked up when I played the portion my friend shared. She said, "Mom! Get that! Let's listen to it! Send it to me!!" I should not be surprised for she is my child but she was as a cortisone shot to my weary body. Alas we lay in bed at night and are listening together. It is called, "Girl, wash your face." What is more inspiring is the story behind this book. I follow both the Author and her Husband on Instagram. Two days ago she posted a picture of a bottle of Dom Perignon with a piece of tape across the top where she had written New York Times Best. She had that bottle saved for 10 years. She wrote an awe inspiring post you must check out at @msrachelhollis. Her Husband @mrdavehollis too wrote the most beautiful words of calling out her biggest dreams by believing they will happen and the impacts on their Family. He said it took her twenty+ years and he said "today and for the rest of her life, she gets to say that she's achieved her big dream." I am thankful for those I choose to be my caddy in this most precious game of life. Moreover, I am humbled and inspired to be the caddy as well. May I be the best caddy amongst the most menial of tasks. Last week, my Daughter was nervous before the match. I being her "caddy" I said as she was coming off the driving range, you have got this, I see a spark in you. Channel that force within you not what is trying to intimidate you. She said,"thanks Mom. I needed that." She shot her first birdie this day and I can now attest as I was standing on the green as her awe inspiring shot was played out to perfection; it was one of my most momentous times to be a "team" with someone. For I have been doing the menial tasks along this journey for her and with her as well making that moment so much richer.
From the wise words of a phenomenal and truest Lady, the Late Barbara Bush. "The winner of the Hoop race will be the first to realize her(his) dream, not society's dream, her(his) own personal dream." This is the Wonderment of Life. xo
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