Sunday, July 27, 2014

I danced last night...

It was a dream. It was a beautiful, passionate, soul filled dream. I enter the stage, music flowing through me. Grande Jete en croix, glisse, pique, pique, pas de chat, pirouette. Gliding, soaring. I AM the music. I show the music to the world, with grace and heart-wrenching power. On I go, faster and faster, a whirling dervish, my toes and the stage becoming best friends.

And the music stops. I fall to the floor in the darkness, bewildered and lost. I am no longer the music. I am no longer the dance.

I woke up in tears.

And my toes hurt, and my calves were sore.