Daily BB Meditations — June 23

Catcher’s Glove Pop

From the street came the sharp snap of a pitch landing in a mitt. The bullpen was hidden from view, but the sound carried its own message—clean, familiar, and precise. It stirred something deep. Reassurance. Ritual. Summer, distilled into a single note.

Shinto
Sacredness doesn’t always ask for attention. It often whispers. And you know it when you hear it.