For what ever reason, though this day began as a drag, I am now as happy as could be...even euphoric! I noticed the shift in my mood when I looked out my window and realized that the days are lengthening. I decided to take a ballet class with one of my former teachers from UNC School of the Arts this evening, and driving to the studio at 5:50, it was still bright and buttery in the sky. I love the colors of early evening, when the sun is preparing to descend into another hemisphere. I am reminded of Spring close at hand, the flowers blooming and my soul joyfully with them!
In class, I remembered why I was drawn to begin ballet as a child: the elegant carriage of the neck and shoulders, the precise lines through the spine and limbs and the quiet, but powerful use of space around, above and below. It has been many, many months since my last ballet class, and four years since I have done ballet consistently. However, I am surprised that my body always remembers what to do. I felt a little out of sorts during the barre work, and during the adagio. My pirouettes were inconsistent, but when we began our large, moving combinations, my body responded with breath and a hunger for the space around it! Driving home, I felt much the way I always do having finished a dance practice; relaxed, content and full of subtly dynamic energy.
I am home now, resting before my departure tomorrow. This post hasn't got much to it, but that is because there will be so much to write about in the coming week, I thought I should take it easy this evening! Tomorrow, I will be reporting to you from Port Townsend, WA!
~Cara
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