Let’s roll, and if you fall I may not be able catch you, because I may fall too. Then again, I’ve already fallen and although there were no broken bones, there were black and blue bruises on my soul – so hurt, that I couldn’t move. My heart stopped like record scratch, like cassettes trapped in tape decks.  I fell and my heart ripped like those tapes, but something amazing happened.  My tears created new riffs and rhythms, and my heart beat louder with conviction and hope in its cadence, that things will be even better than, anything that you, or I, or we could have ever imagined!

Internally wounded but healing, I’ve pulled myself up from the pavement over and over again, and this time is no different. I must admit that I didn’t expect to fall and then have to get up without your hand – although, I am used to holding my own. Palm to palm like in prayer mode, still and silent, I am receptive, monk-quiet; my eyes trace where I’ve fallen like the unlucky outlined in white chalk, but I am still here – breathing. Flashbacks, I recall when, where and how I’ve risen and managed to learn, GET UP and begin again, not just to skate but to continue living, and loving and giving my all. Grateful for every scab and scar, my heart remains open, like it was never broken. Skates on wood or pavement, I’m rolling as if I never fell, completely aware that I will fall again, be it on my butt or flat-faced in love, I’m open, and so I welcome it.

Life is amazing!

Isn’t it?

…….Let’s Roll!

Photo of Ebony Brown by Michael Towns