The Zen Of Golf

The morning stillness is complete as you walk up to the first tee. You permit no worldly sounds to shatter your senses as your focus sharpens. For this single moment, you are entirely alone. A new ball, a new day, a new start.

You bend over and can feel the tee bite the ground as you push your ball into position. You gaze down the fairway to a distant green, taking measure of the narrow path through hundred year old trees. That special personal thrill jumps in your chest as you see what Hogan and Palmer and Tiger saw, when they stood where you stand now.

Your spirit melts into theirs as you address the ball. Instructions from every fiber of your body funnels into your swing. The precise sound of club head striking ball echoes as you look up to watch. The streaking ball splits the fairway, not even tempting the beckoning branches of hungry trees. It is perfect.

Just before you let the sounds of the outside world bring you back to the present, your soul shares this special moment with all who have gone before you. And in this moment, your think to yourself, "God I love this game."