“The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the hard work on the images imprisoned within you.”
Today the weather was relievingly better, touching 50° F. I browsed for tee times, and GolfNow led me to the Spook Rock Golf Course in Suffern, NY, at 1:30 p.m. I was ready to tee off. There was no one else golfing at that time, despite it being a sunny Saturday. Finally, I had the privilege of playing alone. Although a few flights were already gone, at my tee time, I was taking off solo.
The first tee was a dogleg. I played a required shot to perfection. A chilly wind was blowing toward me, but my first shot thoroughly warmed me up. I made a comfortable boogie. Since the golf course was preparing for a winter shutdown, the sign boards were taken off from all tees. There were no permanent sign stones on that course, which most courses do have. However, we technically don’t need those signs any more, because GolfShot caddies best.
When God is the only fan present, and you have the fairway all to yourself, you perform so well.
My shots and putting were surprising, even for me. I loved playing solo.
Autumn is a sad season. The more naked the trees become, the more layers of clothing we have to put on. Happily, this was an unusually sunny Saturday. The green shades of vast fairways were uniquely conspicuous under the lines of shadeless trees, as if it was the striptease show of the once-green trees. My eyes were receiving millions of rays, while my brain was conceiving images from mystic dimensions.
I am a regular golfer, yet today’s round was much more than a routine. This solo flight was so revealing and mystifying. I can hear the rhythmic sounds of naked trees praying for a tolerable winter. The poetic alliteration of dry shrubs and the humming of yellowing grass appealed to the mercy and grace of the Lord. It is frightening entering into the North American winter!
The shining sun in the blue sky, however, spread the news of warmth. Sending out heat and light, it conveyed that the Lord loves the world, and he is the most merciful of all.
The water in the ponds was already singing songs of gratitude. It had been frozen last night, and the next morning it was liquid again. The golf ball and I were also enjoying our journey of joy under the bright sun.
I wanted to sing aloud the song of indebtedness in unison with the rest of nature at the golf course. This blog is one way of doing so.
The walk on the course was so fulfilling. How could one shank or miss a putt when body, soul, soil, time, and weather were synchronized so well.
No doubt, it was a soulful round on a sunny Saturday. Let’s hope we have a peaceful and sunny winter.
“In winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep work covertly, preparing for their spring.”
Darlington Golf Course
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