As a kid, I was a big fan of soccer. There’s something almost primal about the game, whether it’s just chasing and kicking a ball, the camaraderie and fierce loyalty of your teammates, pushing your body and breaking through it’s limits, or the philosophy and psychology of winning, I don’t know. I’m not sure what position I played early on, but eventually, center midfield became my favorite place on the field. I’ve come to realize that it’s also how I have lived my life.
Tag: childhood
Today I am missing real connection. As the thought crosses my awareness, I’m astonished to consider that maybe I haven’t really had such a feeling or experience since I was maybe three or four years old.
So, what happened?
I’m listening again to Glenn Gould today, as a “focus” or “music for concentration” playlist on Spotify brought across classical vibes that somehow led me to Glenn’s repertoire.
It was a stormy, windy night when the island’s power had gone out yet again. I was wondering about the trees and who the hell is flying that prop plane that’s slowly cruising over, as the big, bright ferry remains parked at the terminal across the narrows.