Pick a number from 1 to 10 – and relate it to your life.
My number is 1, as in 1st time in my life. When I was very little my toes were very pigeon-toed. That was when I was about 3. My parents put me in ballet class with a wonderful teacher named Dorothy. She taught us dance and also taught us about life. Each class would end with a life-lesson as we gathered like little lambs at the feet of our shepherd-ess. I remember the studio. I remember the ballet barres around the perimeter of the room and the mirrored wall at the front of the studio. The barres were different heights and so were the girls. The barre I was at was lower, as I was pretty tiny. But when we did our releves I could see out the window and down into the schoolyard. I felt so tall!
Anyway, before I began ballet lessons I was quite clumsy. My pediatrician recommended ballet to counteract that tendency. Oh, how lovely it was to dance. I felt as though I had wings and was the most amazing dancer anywhere. I danced and practiced ALL the time. My dad even built a ballet barre in my room. In my mind, I danced like Pavlova. At the beginning of each dance lesson, Dorothy would bestow upon each of us a sash (except for one who would get a tiara). The sash color was determined by how we did the week before. However, there were never any hurt feelings or feeling less no matter what color sash we received. She would make a lovely show of tying the sashes on each of us. It was the love and attention she gave each of us that was so special.
As time went on in my dancing class, I improved. Before long, after all my practice and eager attentiveness, Dorothy determined that although I was only 5, I had progressed enough to graduate to toe shoes! Oh my—from that moment on, I always tried to move as though I was the most graceful sweet dancer. You see, it was the love my teacher gave to me that helped me see myself through new eyes. I had become the vision she had of me. She saw my inner beauty and made me feel beautiful and helped me become graceful.
That gracefulness emerges powerfully on my good days. It vanishes when I forget the lessons she gave me. On the good days I am, figuratively speaking, Pavlova. On the bad days I am almost literally a 3rd string Roller Derby brat. Oh, may I forever dance on my toes, glisade, arabesque, tour j’ete, and turn-turn-turn…..To leave beauty and joy wherever I turn…helping the world feel beautiful while striving to always be a person of grace, courage, and class.
Grace under pressure….isn’t that the definition of courage? Beauty is all around us…and within us. That beauty evokes grace and grace beauty from within each of us if we just listen. ❤ . When I was 5 I became graceful for the first time, and not the last.