In the beginning...

I’ve considered starting a blog for some time now. It’s only been recently as I’ve struggled to find my voice in writing that I’ve begun to see how it might be beneficial for me to write and share. So, I’m not sure how often I’ll post, but I hope this will be a place that I can invite you into some of my mind’s wanderings.

You may be wondering how I settled on the name for my blog, and aside from my first choice being already taken, the name of my blog expresses how I’ve come to view life. I’ve begun to more fully understand the role of dance, of ballet, in my story. Ballet has been a beautiful gift that has allowed me to express myself when I didn’t know another way or wasn’t given the freedom to do so. The idea of dancing also creates such a beautiful picture of the life, the story, we are living. A dance may be joyful or dramatic or sorrowful or some amazing combination of all three, but it’s beautiful simply because it is a dance. I love imagining our lives as dances.

I don’t have many photos from my dancing days, but I wanted to share a few of the ones I have. It seems fitting as I invite you into my dance filled journey…..

This is me with my best friend Iris at ballet camp one summer. We are rehearsing a piece with music from John Philips Sousa.

This picture brings back lots of memories. I was the Spanish dancer in the Nutcracker. I loved this role because of the passion and intensity and character in the dance.


Here I am rehearsing my role as the Spanish dancer in the Nutcracker. I guess I’m quite focused.