It's been a long time since I placed my hand at the barre. 5 Years. A lifetime for a body that has been through the ringer. Though the action of it is familiar, there is a lot that is not. The way my body feels, the places that hold tightness that once did not. The… Continue reading At the Barre
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The ghosts
Today was the first day of my week long workshop at school. Before the halls are filled with students bustling, screaming, singing and running-the building belongs to the seventeen of us. I always feel strange about being in a place that is normally so full to the brim with energy without the hustle and bustle… Continue reading The ghosts
mishap
Sometimes things just go awry. Sometimes too many combustable elements get shaken up in the bottle together and all that happens is the bottle explodes. Volcanic eruption. It overflows. Sometimes I am the bottle of elements. Sometimes I am the one cleaning the mess up. You get to be both. You get to do both.… Continue reading mishap
Intention
A good word to mull over on the first of the month. A great chance to start over or keep going. What I intend to do often times gets railroaded by the rest of life. That doesn't make me special, I think all people deal with this. But the idea that catastrophe could strike and… Continue reading Intention
perspective in the light
Bella and I took this walk after I got off of work. It was a good way to say goodnight. The day was done and we were waiting for John to get home, which was a perfect time to exhale a whole bunch and sniff about the grass. I plugged in all twinkle lights before I… Continue reading perspective in the light
Lady love
I was held in the arms of many friends this past week. More friends than I’ve seen in quite some time. It was overwhelming as much as it was welcome.Whenever I am in the presence of the great women in my life, and there are many, I am reminded of Our Lady and grateful that every… Continue reading Lady love
A fluttering
This summer hangs, hazy and lazy as a nap on Sunday in which you awaken dizzy blushing with heat. Not so much sticky as humid. Uncomfortable hours spent finding the coolest spot on the pillow. Hours tick by painfully slow without an end in sight. Change comes slowly, so slowly this summer. Do remember a time… Continue reading A fluttering
Always land
Home is the moon over the left gable of the house watching us below on the grass under the pink crepe Myrtle shedding her petals like confetti. Home is the light turning first here as autumn begins to sweep in, slowly at first and then a gallop of leaves on the street, in your hair. Home is… Continue reading Always land
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