Friday, May 22, 2015
After this weekend's shows, our school year is over. It's crazy to think another year has flown by. Cards have been written, flowers have been given, and the studios are strangely quiet. Every year becomes my favorite year, and I'll miss these classes in particular.
I had one student in my class who loves ballet. She's little, but you can tell she's serious. It was our last day of classes for the year and she gasped after an exercise. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "That was the last time doing that exercise." Her eyes started to water. She was clearly fighting back tears. Finally she spoke as she placed her feet in fifth position to prepare for the next combination. "This is emotional."
I agreed. Letting go of these classes has been very emotional. It was a bitter-sweet reminder how meaningful endings can be.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
There's a glorious place I drive by on my way home from the studio. It's barely seen from the road, but when the light hits it just right, the green catches my eye and my heart skips a few beats. I always tell myself one day I'll pull over to see it properly, not just at 35 MPH with quick glimpses to my right.
The other day I finally just did it. I pulled off to the side during heavy traffic, forgot about dinner for a moment, forgot about any sense of urgency to get home, and I took it all in.
And, of course, I tried to capture it.
But that's the difficult part about photography. How do you capture the beauty of what you see? Despite all the advances done to lenses, cameras are still a poor substitute for eyes. I'm always tempted to alter my photos with a few tweaks here and there, but ultimately it ends up looking fake. Maybe that's because I'm not very good at editing, or maybe it's because nature doesn't want to be edited.
Either way, I wish you could see the glory of this scene in person. It's the kind of beauty that makes you forget about food on a Friday night, or the traffic you know is building up ahead. It's the kind of beauty that feels better unedited in its natural state.
Friday, May 15, 2015
I've been eating a lot less since getting the stomach flu. My stomach shrunk so much, it's hard for me to even finish an apple. Apples and popcorn are my go to snacks, but I've also been loving homemade soups and pasta dishes.
So, yes I've lost weight, but I've also lost a lot of strength. I saw a woman running yesterday and she was fit. It made me itching to get back into running and pushing my body at full capacity. Let's hope I don't die after a mile.
I'm headed to another gala evening, this time at the Freer/Sackler Gallery (one of the Smithsonian art galleries). I'm thrilled to get dressed up and see this side of DC.
I was supposed to perform in the Washington Ballet's Studio Company's performance of Sleeping Beauty as the Queen. Unfortunately, one of their members got injured and they wanted to give her the part so she could still perform on stage. I'm so sad, but I understand. Still, I would have loved to have performed again. I miss that stage.
When one of my nine year old students heard I wasn't performing, she said, "You would have been a beautiful queen." sob
Apparently I'm not above bribery. Talking during rehearsals is a big no-no in ballet, but it tends to happen when you have a hundred students sitting and waiting to go on stage. I told my students if they didn't talk at all during rehearsals, they would get cookies. But if one person talked, no one got cookies. Team effort, you know?
Speaking of teaching, I have so many heartwarming, beautiful stories from this year I wish I could tell you. And maybe one day I will. But for now I always worry someone won't like me talking about their children on this blog, even if I don't use their names. But I will tell you it's been my favorite year of teaching thus far. I love what I do and I love who I serve.
How's your life lately?
Monday, May 11, 2015
|Thank you, Cydney!|
|Thank you, Sarah and Jason!|
Oh, and we had delicious mint chocolate shakes.
I, of course, deflected all feelings of sadness with humor. Such as to Mr. Branflake when he thought he was done giving me a shoulder massage, "You can't bring my mother back, but you can keep rubbing me." Or when I boldly told him what we're watching on television because, "I'm in mourning."
I decided I don't like Mother's Day anymore, and that's okay. We don't have to like every holiday and that's okay, too. Every holiday isn't for every person and it's nice to finally be okay with that.
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
|Erin and I. Erin was a student at the conservatory I taught at in California and she's not dancing with Washington Ballet.|
I tried to be discrete with my cell phone picture taking (sorry about the low quality photos). Then I learned the man on my right was covering the event for a magazine, so we both unashamedly snapped a few photos here and there. After dessert, I met up with fellow faculty members on the dance floor where we were served mini ice cream sandwiches while the band played classic hits.
It was yet another DC 'pinch me' moment I'm grateful to have.
Monday, April 27, 2015
|Even though it's not a blue bell, it's my favorite photo from the walk.|
Breathtaking, really. These photos don't do it's justice at all. I almost didn't share them because of their inadequacy, but I loved the sight too much to keep to myself.
Miles and miles of fields of blue bells thickly cover a forested Virginia. Fallen trees and peeking sun flares add to the charm. It is all so very wild and delicate in that Southern kind of way. Cydney was kind of enough to take photos of me. I couldn't stop taking photos of every bend of the river and new patch of blue bells that I knew would be gone in a week's time.
It's that fleeting beauty I can never seem to resist.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
We had a special guest this past week. We had an extra reason to visit the city we love so dearly.
We woke after the sun. We had hearty breakfasts at an actual table. We explored every beautiful part of DC and Virginia. We smiled extra long at the cherry blossoms. We went exploring. We took our time. Father and son had a chance to bond. Father and daughter had a chance to laugh. We all connected over our love for our country.
We shared somber moments, heartfelt reflections, and thoughtful pauses in Arlington National Cemetery. This place puts life into perspective. War, life, death, and freedom are all buried and remembered there. It's a sobering thought knowing I was alive and standing over these graves because of the men and women in rows all around me.
We visited The National Cathedral and decided everything was better with stained glass and cherry blossoms. We saw the history of aviation unfold at the Air and Space Museum in Dulles. We even saw a space shuttle.
I've fallen in love with this place yet again.