Thoughts and Non Thoughts

Your hips sway Like the languid beat of a Latin guitar. I say your name and you look at me And I sink into the dark pools of your eyes Like being drawn into a moonless sky To chase the light of a distant star. You walk back And your face stops in front of mine. I hear a whisper from your throat Like faint laughter drifting in the wind; You put my hands around your waist And I feel the curves of a Latin guitar. You left that day And I never saw your eyes again. I keep looking for the rhythm that we made My fingers trace the curves and pluck the strings But all I hear are the slow laments The sobbing whispers of a Latin guitar.

It may take some time, but the meaning of dreams eventually reveal themselves. Dreams are conversations with your true and honest self.

This tip talks about the real meaning of "lag" and how to release the club. Always accelerate! Time the release for maximum clubhead speed at impact. (Remember the Korean swing coach.)