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art, ballet, ballet class, every day living, gratitude, life history, motherhood, Svetlana Zakharova
Today I went to ballet class.
I have had:
one foot surgery
three knee surgeries
one hip surgery
five pregnancies (three living children)
one sustained nervous breakdown
an enduring adoration for ballet. And ballerinas like Svetlana Zakharova:
I do not have:
a nanny
an ability to attend class daily, as one my age should in order to avoid injury
a lot of money to pay for childcare
youth on my side
I am joyously grateful for:
the days I can go to class
the fact I can go to class at all
the music of Bach, Chopin, Debussy, and Satie that infuse our bodies with divine movement
the fact that although I dance nothing like Svetlana or any woman of her caliber, the simple ritual of class draws me closer to them, casting a closer view on the art of movement, or, really, art in any form.
And when one lives in gratitude of the cultivated arts, it is possible to love more fully the art of the every day. Even when it’s messy:
Or just simple:
Like this! There is something very clear, direct, even powerful about listing, using enumeration. There’s a bareness, a cut to the quick that is refreshing!
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Hi – I love lists, but sometimes I get addicted to them, as if they’re a replacement for life. But they are so good for clearing one’s head! 😉
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