Baseball, Fireworks, and hONEyhoUSe
May 21, 2013 in Spirituality
On April 20, 2013, I went to a baseball game.
I decided to brave the windy spring evening for several reasons.
Tax season had just ended and I needed to relax for a while.
I enjoy watching baseball.
The promotions for the evening included a fireworks show after the game and a concert before.
Fireworks are always fun.
Those who had heard the group previously promised I would like the music.
I’m picky, almost snobbish, about my music so no matter what my friends said, I reserved the right to form my own opinion, especially about live performances.
Once in the stadium, we made our way to the northwest corner to an area known as “The Breezeway.”
The location was true to its name.
A westerly wind churned.
I stepped back a few paces to use the outer wall of the stadium as a windbreak.
The four-person, female group experienced the full force of the wind as they began their short pregame concert.
They didn’t seem to mind.
It certainly didn’t hinder their music.
From the first chord on Yvonne Perea’s guitar, I was mesmerized.
There was so much sound coming from one guitar – more than seemed possible.
She joined Hillary Smith and Mandy Buchanan to create luscious vocals and impeccable harmonies.
I stood and listened with a smile planted on my face, oblivious to everything else around me.
Their scrumptious music almost allowed me to forget about the events of the previous week: the bombing in Boston, the fertilizer plant explosion in Texas, the unprecedented implementation of martial law the day before.
Then, it happened.
One of their songs reached out past my critically pleased ear and grabbed my heart.
Time went into slow motion and inspiration raced through my head.
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande.
No one else baptized me. I took responsibility and did it myself.
I believed I was helped as I stepped onto dry land.
My beliefs determine whether ceremony is beneficial for me.
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
Let the water wash it all away
Water is sacred. It is for cleansing. It doesn’t have to be holy water or water in a baptismal pool.
Driving along the lost highway
Seeking peace of mind
This song explains a path to Peace of Mind.
I experienced this throughout the entire song.
The insights radiated into my being.
Tears ran down my face.
The song climaxed into the bridge and a gust came around the corner of the stadium.
I knew immediately it was more than wind.
It was spirit.
Confirming the experience for me.
And, providing a peaceful response to the turmoil of the previous week.
Here are the complete lyrics to Rio Grande, the song that grabbed my heart. You may listen to a sample of it on the page linked here. It is the third song from the top.
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
I believed I was helped as I stepped onto dry land
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
Let the water wash it all away
Driving along the lost highway
Seeking peace of mind
Looking out for what’s to come
Can’t imagine what I’ll find
Too scared to pull over
Too stubborn to drive away
Heard a voice from deep within
Child, time to obey
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
I believed I was helped as I stepped onto dry land
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
Let the water wash it all away
Walking along the riverside
Waiting for the rain
Keeping up appearances
Can’t carry all this pain
Too scared to get much closer
Too stubborn to walk away
Heard a voice from deep within
Child, time to obey
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
I believed I was helped as I stepped onto dry land
Baptized myself in the Rio Grande
Let the water wash it all away





