Ancient grain…
And that’s where this whole toughness issue gets very tricky…
In North American hockey,
we’re conditioned to believe that never retaliating,
that discipline beyond a certain point,
illustrates a kind of weakness,
and can be degrading for both the victim and his team…
The Sedins believe the opposite…
Daniel admits he has tried to understand the Canadian mindset,
but “I’ve never really gotten that…”
He also points out that when he went cuckoo-for-coco-puffs,
a couple of years ago,
and attacked Chicago Blackhawk Dave Bolland in the playoffs,
he was universally criticized for losing composure…
His retaliation was reported as proof that Sedin,
by “not sticking to his game,”
had been outwitted and outplayed…
— courtesy of Iain MacIntyre and the Vancouver Sun, 15/10/2011
It’s funny,
how life,
flips out,
on you,
when you’re looking,
the other way…
Yesterday,
as I leaned,
on the rail,
of Trillium Park,
in the crisp,
afternoon sun,
reflecting upon,
a time,
when I stood against,
the building,
of destination,
playing fields,
in my neighbourhood,
I realized,
I’d been,
such,
a major,
NIMBY,
and I had,
to laugh,
at myself…
And as Starshine’s team,
of U13 girls,
worked together,
toward,
their first shutout,
of the season,
I talked,
a mother down,
from her fear,
of death,
and dying,
by saying,
This is a fantastic opportunity…
You’re giving yourself,
another chance,
to find out who,
you really are…
Most of us,
have heard,
this one,
before…
The story,
of celebrating,
the first day,
of early retirement,
with the negative,
test results,
of melanoma,
and having to,
sift through,
what it all,
must mean…
One of the things,
we’ve allowed,
doctors to tell us,
is how long,
we’ve got,
to live,
and that sentence,
quite frankly,
is none,
of their GD business,
not mention,
the fact,
that we’re abdicating,
our own responsibility,
by asking them,
the very question…
Those sorts,
of agreements,
rest in,
safety deposit,
somewhere else,
and we each have,
our own key,
to the outcome,
and the mystery,
in trust…
A few weeks ago,
Little Gem,
and I,
were looking through,
a phobia file,
in a recent issue,
of Martha Stewart…
I asked her,
which fears,
she was aware of,
in herself…
She said,
I definitely have chronophobia…
I wondered why…
She said,
I used to think,
that we were one long,
never ending story,
but now I know,
it isn’t so…
Sometimes,
the story,
must end,
so a new one,
can start,
in the same body…
Then she asked me,
Mama,
do you know,
what you’re afraid of???
I told her how,
I never knew,
what my real fears were,
until I chose,
to make them happen,
and forced myself,
to sit in them,
and feel my way,
through,
with absolutely,
no short cuts…
And to quote,
my virtual,
BFF,
Mr. Torres,
at the end of the day,
I felt much better…
I remember someone,
providing,
interpretation,
as she held her hands,
over a bolt,
of collective rage,
as it grounded itself,
through,
my solar plexus,
True freedom comes,
from exercising,
the capacity,
to hold,
the intensity,
of strong emotions,
and not to be,
paralyzed,
in their wake…
I didn’t know what,
she was talking about,
at the time,
because I was still,
in the place,
of learning,
how to do it…
But I know now,
just like,
Roberto Luongo,
that it’s part,
and parcel,
of doing it right,
with all the help,
the REAL WORLD,
has to offer,
wrapped,
around you…
Starshine woke up,
this morning,
to report,
she’d had,
the best sleep,
EVER…
And like living,
a dream,
there’s quite simply,
no way,
to bottle,
that quality,
of experience…
Last Thursday morning,
just before,
my departure,
from time with,
a horse,
I picked up,
the edge,
of his hoof,
stretched his leg,
out in front of him,
and as he,
shifted his weight,
into the extension,
he looked down,
at me,
with a soft eye,
that said,
with no room,
for misinterpretation,
Now that’s what,
I’m talking about,
baby…
And in that moment,
as the sun came out,
in both of us,
I heard,
OUR SONG,
about mirrors…
And the earth,
was shaking…
Acid reflux…
Your hands tell you everything…
— 2nd most trusted man in Canada, Mike Holmes, speaking on how to know you’re doing it right…
The jig,
is pretty much up,
when the anticipation,
of a 4 pm. game start,
in Phoenix,
outweighs,
just about,
anything else…
Starshine and I,
took a pre-,
Hockey Night in Canada visit,
to the official website,
of the Vancouver Canucks,
and she smiled,
as she told me,
Mama,
you know what to do…
So just do it…
I told her,
I may,
have lost,
that loving feeling…
She said,
Mama,
you had the same fear,
last season,
and then look what happened…
You gave new meaning,
to may the force be with you…
Don’t worry,
EVERYTHING,
will become clear,
and it’s okay,
to get off,
with a slow start…
In the middle,
of last night’s sleep,
I found myself,
inside a memory,
where I was holding,
a lifeless,
little boy,
and felt a searing pain,
in my breast bone…
I started to sob,
and by the time,
the crying,
was over,
the pain,
This time traveling,
gives new meaning,
to trigger points,
an MRI,
and just what,
the doctor ordered…
And when you,
wake up to it,
what was,
once considered,
an emission impossible,
is reduced,
to being,
merely,
a twinkle,
in someone,
else’s eye…
Hind sight…
I’m pissed I didn’t learn to figure skate twenty years ago,
because I would have been a much better hockey player…
— retired NHL athlete Brad May on Battle of the Blades…
It isn’t uncommon,
of me,
to spend time,
worrying,
that I’m not,
thankful,
enough…
And last Monday evening,
as the culmination,
of a walk around the block,
resulted in,
a direct shot,
of skunk spray,
into my eyes,
as my mind chattered,
elsewhere,
I considered,
I was receiving,
godly punishment,
for not being,
present,
enough…
But once,
my vision,
was restored,
I stood corrected,
with new insight,
into the potential of,
a conversion experience…
Funny how,
thirty-six hours prior,
to this encounter,
I was required,
to project,
a strong voice,
from the privacy,
of my claw foot tub,
all the way down the stairs,
in a demand,
for all of the fighting,
to stop,
in the living room…
Starshine asked me,
To please stop yelling…
In response,
I wish I would have known,
what I know now,
which is that skunks move slowly,
and calmly,
and only spray,
as a last resort…
Because they are peaceable by nature,
they always give,
a three stage warning,
before evacuating,
their scent glands…
I don’t know about you,
but I have a very long fuse…
And if I’m at the point,
where someone else,
thinks that I’m yelling,
with anger issues,
because they have failed,
to take,
responsibility,
for their actions,
or lack thereof,
then there’s a pretty fair chance,
a lot of listening,
to my asking nicely,
wasn’t going on…
After raising the tail,
the skunk will look back,
over it’s shoulder,
to line up,
the correct angle,
for spraying…
Once this has happened,
it’s too late…
I have a re-occurring,
nightmare,
where I’m beating the crap,
out of certain people,
with my bare fists…
In some scenarios,
there is a document,
with words,
written in a language,
I don’t understand…
And my signature,
at the bottom,
of it all…
There’s a neighbour,
around the corner,
who I’ve heard tell,
tall tales,
about how much,
his employer,
is helping,
all the poor,
drunk,
uneducated natives,
in the small,
Central American country,
where their land,
is being mined,
for his company’s profit…
Another neighbour,
wines,
ad nauseum,
about the great community feeling,
and the fantastic opportunities,
we have,
to all,
work together…
But when push came,
to shove,
as I was standing,
with my hands,
over my eyes,
trying to get,
my bearings,
through shock,
and distress,
he stuck his head,
out his door,
with his sole concern,
focused on,
the stench,
of burning rubber,
which permeated,
the entire block,
of our properties…
In his interview,
on the Strombo show,
Ron MacLean spoke,
gravely,
of the parallel,
between throwing the Christians,
to the Lions,
and the NHL…
During my recent course,
covering equine care,
the teacher spoke,
of banding together,
to create events,
with sponsorship,
which supports,
the full spectrum,
of the ethical treatment,
of horses…
A horse’s body,
was never designed,
for carrying,
a human,
on its back,
but we’ve gone,
and done it,
anyway…
And the twist,
of the matter is,
if we hadn’t,
taken their backs,
for our own benefit,
horses likely,
would have gone,
the way,
of the buffalo…
But I digress…


