My sleep is restless, troubled by dreams of movement; not allowing me to keep my mind still. The television program I just watched showed hundreds, all willing and eager to move as I move, obviously some better than others, but still I have my place among them. The life of a dancer is tough; as Agnes De Mill once said "Ballet technique is arbitrary and very difficult. It never becomes easy--it becomes possible". Tough on your body, tough on your mind, and tough on your soul. I've let most of my trained faculties slip since my departure from serious dance instruction. But beginning again has allowed me to feel the pressure on my skin that I love and always yearn for. The way I move and stretch lends itself to a world outside of common movement, where each intentional act is one of focused and concentrated beauty. Expressive movement is what ballet is all about.
When my back arches it creates a silhouette down my body that can captivate and reassure the girl in the mirror that I can......
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