Feb 23, 2006 00:40
Really, I only wish they were daily. There have been a spate of them lately, enough that I can fantasize that I move forward at a steady rate of progress. In truth the progress is halting and slow, but at least it does progress.
It was hard to go to ballet again today. I continued to be tired, sore, and I felt that there was too much to accomplish in my day. As always, the thought of how cranky I would be with myself if I didn't go pushed me forward. Deep down, I knew that I needed to take class. And for the first time in years, literally, I did a full class. Grande allegro and everything. It's scary on the left, hard to trust that my foot will hold me, but it did and it will. It wasn't quite soaring - that will take time and trust. But it's a step closer to flying.
Today I learned (or perhaps I merely remembered)to trust the process. That the ritual is not empty, but full of all the years of my life spent in the studio. It is full of millions of plies and tendus, pierrouettes and developes, chasse and glissade and temps lie. Tens of millions of port de bras and countless, infinite breaths. Breathe, do it again, and trust.
ballet,
flying