fitting pieces together

i am member of a average bowling league; if you had asked me 10 years ago i would have looked at you and laughed. when i first began bowling my score hovered in the 40's and i guttered, & guttered & guttered. i spent months watching my friends score over a 100 point games, one day at bowling a friend said to me that it didn't matter that my score was crap because i was there.

it changed my mind in a few ways, because i realized that it wasn't a competition it wasn't being picked last for dodgeball in grade school& yes I had the thrill and excitement of living that experience; the movie was very much the way gym class felt circa 1986. bowling became a few hours on weekday to dance in the lanes, cause we're not serious. once we launched computer voodoo dolls @ each other for nearly an hour. it was like snowball fight; just indoors and better. the league i am part of became a time for me to not think, to not care. all i learned to think about was the pins and how i held my ball. it was simple.

my life has been complicated by hurdles in my childhood & in my rambunctious 20's. bowling can be a metaphor for anything, as can the pins. sitting with Ourselves in a quiet space is what we're missing. we use noise & distractions to not hear ourselves & what's going on around us. bowling & the space when i walk up to the lane and hold the ball to the time i let it go; i focus on nothing but what stands in front of me. i can feel when the ball as it leaves my hand- if i will strike or get spares. it's in the moment when i find peace-before the ball goes down the lane.