Tuesday, July 11, 2006

The Last Dance

to put away again
Some years ago I had to decide to stop dancing, rather than allow my health to downgrade my dancing I would stop before humiliating myself in front of an audience. I've not worn pointe shoes since that day, not even in private.


I took the last pair of pointe shoes, took them for one last spin and cast one of them into the garbage bin and left the studio. It was gutwrenching. The other of the two slippers I have kept, tucked away in my clothes closet.


Today I took my old friend out of the closet and we sat a while, thinking of old times, the times when I could fly. The ribbon was loosened and the shoe placed on the foot. It still fits, but without a mate I cannot take it for a ride. So with a sigh, the ribbon is tucked around the heel again and the shoe after one more portrait, was put out of sight again.

portrat of an old friend


At 1:41 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

A worthy tribute.

At 3:13 AM, Blogger Lois said...

On reading your story and reminiscences I was reminded of a surgeon who delivered my two children over 40 years ago.
Some 15 years from that date he lost his right arm in a farm accident while clearing out between his grape vines on a tractor.
I often thought of him and how he must have grieved.Those who would have missed out on being tendered by George who was a doctor one only meets infrequently and all the babies not delivered by him....
A passionate love of a career as your Ballet was to you must have been as deep as one could imagine....
Some can go on and become inspirations and teach others ,some may never recover.
Like you I have reminders ..little tags placed on my childrens wrists when delivered by C/S
Who was the doctor,when and what time and their weight and length and that they were born by Caesarean Section .

Lois (Muse of the Sea)


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