Thursday, January 27, 2011

Grace and Beauty

She dances across the floor. Grace and beauty. As she dances by, I see glimpses of the woman she will be. Grace and beauty.

The wall was lined with parents and other family members watching their child move through exercises and steps. Instead of PE, this arts school offers dance for every student. Boys try to get their feet untangled while the girls struggle with their maturing bodies trying to image the same movements as their teacher. A few of the kids have a gift for movement. Most do not.

I'm struck with this view of the complete self confidence these kids possess on the floor performing in front of these adults. Even the most awkward seems unaware of us. Is it the age? Have they mastered self confidence? Maybe they just don't care. The discipline of dance echoes in each child. Each does his or her best even if awkward and clumsy. Students support the efforts of one another. A dance requires discipline, support of one another, feeling for the work. The music is the catalyst that speaks to the dancer.

There is a rhythm to life. A song that calls us all to be the best we can be, to be in sync with those around us. I don't know about reincarnation, but I told a friend a few days ago that I wonder if we are given experiences in our lives that offer opportunity to see things more clearly. Perhaps the doors that have been opened to us, those we walk past, are open over and over again until we finally get it. Perhaps we cannot have peace and love in this world until we learn the steps.

I noticed with the kids this morning that they watched each other. Some copied the steps of the others around him or her. Some tried to match their movements to the teacher or other students. With each dance repetition, the uniformity improved and each student seemed more confident.

So we sat along the mirror watching the children observing what they have learned over the last few weeks. We sat as an audience....or, maybe we were the students.

The dance of life. Grace and beauty.

My apologies. I will not be writing tomorrow. Have a safe and wonderful weekend.....maybe even learn some new steps.


  1. They're aware of you out there watching, alright. Hyper aware and scared to death.but somehow at that age, they don't seem to show it the same as when they're older.

  2. I told somebody recently that you get some of that un-self-consciousness back after you turn 50. We become invisible anyway, so why care what others think?
    Love your blog!

  3. Thanks, Jake and Amma. I love hearing from you and your comments. A long distance conversation.