Thursday, February 4, 2010

To Seek...

It's on the outskirts of the Banff National Park where I find myself for the last days of preparation before West to Whistler. Isn't this the way it always is, headed West, leaving the stepping stones behind for the land of new adventures and experiences. In my mind's eye I can see the big mountains as I can breathe in the wet, slightly salty maritime air. Ah, sometimes life's too good, isn't it?

Writing these last lines reminds me about what it's all about - the universal appeal of sport and the Olympian's quest. It's to fully inhabit the most traditional and hallowed sense of the world amateur; a lover of. What a feeling it is to wake up every morning, pop out of bed, let out a big, boisterous Shazaam! and get right to it, loving every minute of the process. Maybe it's encouraging to know (somehow, it is for me anyways) that this state of perfection is beyond most Olympian's daily way and means. This, though, is the personal standard. The one most worth striving for.
When you get to this level, hold it, cherish it, nourish it, share it and carry it's memory with you always. I'll try to do the same.

A friend says, "It's so easy to die before the fact of it." This reminds me of the Jack London penned poem, the work urging one to be the spark that burns out in a brilliant blaze, to be that meteor, every atom in magnificent glow.

To this I say, raise high that roof beam, carpenters! To use every fibre of our bodies in taxing effort, to beat back the deadening effect of habit, to abhor merely existing and instead shine, shine, shine like that exploding star shooting across the dark night sky.