In the Girls in the Basement class, one of the students wrote a beautiful paragraph based in the Bull Durham, "I believe in long, slow, kisses that last three days." It was so delicious and empowering for all of us to read it that I turned it into an exercise, adding it to the week on Passion (which we are currently exploring). The original quote from Bull Durham:
I believe in the Church of Baseball. I’ve tried all the major
religions, and most of the minor ones. I’ve worshipped Buddha, Allah,
Brahma, Vishnu, Siva, trees, mushrooms, and Isadora Duncan. I know
things. For instance, there are 108 beads in a Catholic rosary and
there are 108 stitches in a baseball. When I heard that, I gave Jesus a
chance. But it just didn’t work out between us. The Lord laid too much
guilt on me. I prefer metaphysics to theology. You see, there’s no
guilt in baseball, and it’s never boring… which makes it like sex.
There’s never been a ballplayer slept with me who didn’t have the best
year of his career. Making love is like hitting a baseball: you just
gotta relax and concentrate. Besides, I’d never sleep with a player
hitting under .250… not unless he had a lot of RBIs and was a great
glove man up the middle. You see, there’s a certain amount of life
wisdom I give these boys. I can expand their minds. Sometimes when I’ve
got a ballplayer alone, I’ll just read Emily Dickinson or Walt Whitman
to him, and the guys are so sweet, they always stay and listen.
‘Course, a guy’ll listen to anything if he thinks it’s foreplay. I make
them feel confident, and they make me feel safe, and pretty. ‘Course,
what I give them lasts a lifetime; what they give me lasts 142 games.
Sometimes it seems like a bad trade. But bad trades are part of
baseball – now who can forget Frank Robinson for Milt Pappas, for God’s
sake? It’s a long season and you gotta trust. I’ve tried ’em all, I
really have, and the only church that truly feeds the soul, day in, day
out, is the Church of Baseball.
–Ron Shelton, scriptwriter
my earnestness and honor. I believe in earnestness.
I believe in beauty. Beautiful songs and beautiful skies and
and beautiful pears and beautiful pillows.
words can change the world, truly, and the right sentence at the
can turn a life from despair to progress. I believe I was born
to write stories, and that’s the main
reason I‘m on the earth this
I believe God loves me and everybody else, even the people
leave out of the Love
Everybody Commandment, like Hitler and Idi Amin and my
ex-lover, and She
wants me to succeed and help others to succeed and She
uses my hands to do
Her work, so when I‘m being pitiful and
awful, I‘m not
really doing Her
I believe in good work and
good thoughts and plenty of wine and long runs
and hikes in the silence of mountains and good friends and long lazy
with the right man or even the wrong one who makes you feel good for
I believe in sex, come to
that, that everyone should have as much as they
want, because it helps
headaches and heartaches and probably even diseases.
I believe in great meals and deep belly laughing, which could
anything, even cancer. I
believe in my sister, the cancer nurse, who scares
the heck out of
me and makes me proud. I believe that sometimes getting
drunk is probably the
right answer, and other times, it’s a long run.
I believe in balance.
I believe in meditation and reading and good cups of coffee and
flights and in listening.
I believe in dogs and good
movies and doing your
really, really believe in dogs.
I’d love to hear yours. Post then in the comments. Anonymously if that makes you feel braver. Or not anonymously. It’s a big amazing world to be in love with.