I was just a little girl, probably around 8.
My momma took me to see ice skating.
My jaw dropped, eyes widened.
Ever since that moment happened,
I drempt about it every night.
I knew I should be a figure skater.
Gliding gently on the soft chilly ice,
My body wrapped in those thin flowing dresses.
The spotlights hitting me, reflecting off the sequins.
Bright as suddenly coming out of a dark tunnel,
Exposing yourself to light for the first time.
The fresh smell.
No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't come up with the way the ice smelled.
So watery, rejuvenating my senses.
After a while,
My hands becoming numb with frostbite.
Pinky, tender and soft.
The tingy burn of bliss.
The soft taps of my gentle blades hitting the ice.
Or spinning 'round and 'round.
The music muttering melodies for me to follow.
Blowing a kiss to the crowd,
And watching them applaud just for me.
This is all I ever dreamed.
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The secret lies in changing the dream to a goal. Once that decision is made, it alters and propels consciousness. The human psyche is a fulfilling entity: What it focuses upon becomes reality. YOU have the power to choose!
My dear Kathryn, in your short fourteen years, you have fulfilled many extraordinary accomplishments: International recognition as a creator of artistic video montages, a published author of articles and poetry, an ever-developing expertise as a figure skater, not to name the challenges you have met and overcome in your personal life.
Ice Fantasy? I believe I know you better than any member of Authors Den and, because of that, I have no reservation at all in prophesizing that if you choose to make that fantasy your goal, fufillment is but a matter of time.
I'm thrilled that you share yourself so openly with all of us in your AD postings.
In admiration and with all best wishes,
Richard
Regis