synopsis
of a work in progress
 a garden of lilacs under a sheet of ice


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.


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