A Perfect Moment

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About Sullivan Words

Welcome to sullivanwords.com. You'll find three journals on this site: Sullivan Words, which begins on the homepage, is where I post new writing and thoughts about the craft; Journalism is where my earlier work and some recommended reading can be found; and A Helping Wind is a collection of infrequent essays about the mysterious ability of golf to heal a player's broken spirit. Also in this sidebar are two links menus: The Newstand, where you'll find great newspapers and magazines, and the more eclectic Other Cool Places.

About A Helping Wind

A Helping Wind is an infrequent journal about golf's ability to heal the spirit. A player has to consider the wind before hitting any golf shot. When the wind is blowing into his face, it will prevent the ball from flying as far as it should, and it's said that the wind is "hurting." But a wind coming from behind a player will give the ball added lift and carry, so it's called a "helping wind." During the 12 years since I quit drinking, I've found that golf, the game itself, provides a helping wind.

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"Could there ever be a time that you never blame yourself or others while playing golf? To be blameless, that is the supreme attitude."
--- from Golf Ching
by Terrence MacClure

"If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you."
---from The Gospel of Thomas

“Few things better reveal a man to himself than zealous and persistent efforts to decrease his handicap.”
--- from The Mystery of Golf
by Arnold Haultain

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Posted on Sunday, August 26, 2007 at 04:23PM by

Timothy Sullivan
in Golf, Writing

1 Comment

I made a hole-in-one today at my home course. First time I've done that. A moment of beauty, to watch a perfectly struck 8-iron fly high and straight at the hole, 140 yards away. The ball landed just two inches right of the hole and jumped in. I was playing with my brother and two friends. Beautiful and surprising to see the ball disappear after landing just beside the flagstick. I knew when I hit it that it was struck perfectly, it felt pure, like nothing at all. Then we watched it fly, holding its line, dead on the flagstick all the way, never moving left nor right at all. We knew as it began to fall that it would land close, but to see it hit the green, spin leftward and disappear... well, it was a moment breathtaking in its perfection.

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fabulous moment!! we celebrate it with you.

October 28, 2007

John Talbott

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