Daily BB Meditations — May 6

The Dusty Baseball at the Bottom of the Bag

It had lost its shine.
The leather was stained and soft.
The seams were fraying where fingers had pressed and spun it over countless practices.

No one reached for it first anymore.
But when the new balls were gone, it still found its way into someone's hand.
Still flew.
Still mattered.

Shinto
Spirit remains even in the worn.
Maybe especially in the worn.

Nothing …