revelations.
Wednesday 06 November 2002
Revelations
Still come every time I step on the ice and for that I am eternally thankful. No matter what the game or
practice or shinny--
Always presents to me obstacles to be overcome, lessons to be gleaned, things in which to take pride,
experiences both humbling and inspiring.
:~:
There is nothing like that first fresh cut of sharpened steel into newly laid ice.
I love the way I fly
Perched atop 1/8" blades, precariously balanced over a sharp edge
body low and compact--yet daring
"This is MY blueline."
:~:
Tonight I am the last one off the ice. I can't get enough.
I want to be drained of my energy until I feel no more desire.
I want to fire slap shors at the boards dead center until the rubber puck shatters in pieces.
I skate the circles until my legs ache and burn, when I fall I get back up for more.
Sweat rolls down my face despite the frigid dry air.
When it's finally time to end it and go home, I am full of manic happy energy
and Love of Life.