2003-05-07

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2003-05-07 01:22 pm

Breathe, sweat, bending over resting on my knees

A night off from the teenagers. It was a brief respite, but a much needed one.

The Writing Life )

Went to ballet and rehearsal. Ballet centers me in a way nothing else will. I'm too old and too tall and my dreams of being a prima ballerina are long over, but the concentration and discipline and constant challenge of it gets me to focus in a way nothing else ever has. I can't live in my head or I will break my ankle, so for three hours a week, I am just movement and energy. It's not really a creative release for me. I am just not that talented a ballerina, but it is something contained and forceful and there are those fleeting moments when I actually do feel elevated by the music and the room, the smell of sweat and warm wood and the ache of my muscles as I reach for something I didn't think myself capable of, and it is so incredibly right and transcendant and I can take that feeling and plug it into the rest of my life.

Which is then often countered by rehearsal, by noise and motion and choreography and arguments and I take that home to, pulling them together, knowing I'm a part of a community.
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2003-05-07 03:00 pm