Opening Day—There is nothing like it. Fans from all around the country beat as one. Hopes of fans pulsating together. A new year, the season when this year their team is going to go all the way. It’s the start of all the major league drama. After the October classic is over. When all past disappointments are forgotten. Fans are renewed with hope and vigor again. The anticipation of something wonderful this way comes, brings an unbridled joy. Watching beach balls bounce across the stadium and onto the field. The return of the Wave circling the stadium. The cat calls and the general buzz fills the stands.
Its when the NBA season winds down. And the second season, the real one begins. March Madness is reaching the Final Four and long days of summer comes to head. Poppies in the fields start blooming and beach goers finally answer the calls of the Pacific. Late night grunion runs. Last quarter before proms and graduations. It’s the time before spring breaks and raucous parties. It’s a time for weddings and thoughts of summer loves. There is no other time like Spring. A time of renewal, of re-birth, of new beginnings. Waking from the winter slumber. Where it is not too hot for nice walk out. Not to cold to be bundled up. It’s the moment where everything feels just right. 
If we can just bottle this feeling of opening day. Having this feeling of. . .this excitement. . .this hopeful anticipation, there would be nothing we could not do. Face any challenge, vanquish any for, touch every star. If only everyday, we could think and feel this way. If only. . .
We can. We should. But why don’t we?
It’s a mystery to me why we don’t. Every day, the sunset. Every day the sun rises. Sure time loses balance. There are long dark nights and short bright days. In the end, it balances out. I think of my Rina, Rinnes. We were high school friends. She had a challenging life, one which I won’t go through. Let’s just say, she seems happier now and there may be a few people that are jealous of her joy. Yes, there Is envy. I suspect there is some Dharma. No, not Karma, but Dharma. Moral law of the world. This concept from Buddhist teachings speaks of Dharma, Karma, and vedic law. Don’t know? Wikipedia it.I won’t go into the times that Dharma has laid the smack down on me. Let’s just day, I am convert of Good Intentions and Happy Thoughts. If you haven’t seen or heard of Emoto’s Water, Google this, too. emoto water molecule story link If we can just make it the daily habit, that everyday has a profound sense of awe.
Sadly, we don’t have this habit. For this I am grateful for Opening Day. A general coming together or like-minded individuals, hoping and anticipating something wonderful. Haven’t been to a Doyers Opening Day yet, but I can tell without being there that there is something magical going on. I’ve done a couple of races. Participated in a few 5Ks and marathon runs. All these people have all this pent up excitement that one can taste it. It fills and expands all those around. A boundless joy ready to burst. So sweeping that it comes out the pores of everyone there.
I am reminded of the AV Poppy Fields. They are not blooming yet, but its getting there. The fields of Orange bursting all around. Can’t quite describe the magnificence. Its just an orange brilliance. In the the desert of the AV, with windmills and mountain backdrop, it is quite a sight to see. Atop of Kitanemuk Vista Point looking over the orange fields, I can’t tell you about its beauty. Its something one has to just see and experience. Kids run boundless in the orange ocean. Old ladies and gentlemen, walk with cameras in one hand and with grasping their loves with the other.
Ah, Opening Day. AV Poppy Fields. There is nothing like it. Anticipation, Hope, Inspiration—Gotta Have It. eschscholtzia-californica-glad-i-jumped link
