Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Inheriting, riding, hitting, living, flying, Against the Wind!

Nobody in the world knows how to handle hitting a ball on a windy day like Bjorn Borg! I will never forget the first time I saw his wondrous unorthodox style. Everybody else in the world was hitting uselessly on this windy day. Only one man's roundhouse style had great effect to keep the ball where he wanted it on such a day.

How does he have such control on such a windy day? Grandpa, Bud Collins, Rod Laver and all of the greats had the same conclusion. His practice against the wind had paid off on this windy day. He had dominion against the wind! No one could beat him wrestling the wind into subjection to his forhand and backhand. The otherwise contrary wind was a tool against his opponent and seemed to wrap around his ball for his own good purpose, to beat his opponent. That he did!

What happens when the wind is contrary and you have to hit against it?

inherit the wind Pr 11
will or Will of the wind? {thankful for both2015}will the wind wind or is the wind willing? puns from the Logarithms
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For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
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