Poets Are Dreaming

Sometimes I stay awake all night because I still have a wild streak and rebel against those silly notions of wrist watches and grandfather clocks and bedtimes. The world is quieter, the stars are brighter, and I'm deliciously alone. Even the cat has gone to bed. The moon is waxing and set long ago. Somewhere sailors are navigating under the stars and writers are finishing up the final draft of their novels. Poets are dreaming of their first kiss or their last dance. Children are being conceived and ballet dancers are resting their sore and tired feet. There is magic in the dark that is gone with the light of day.

Ballet Memories

Ballet

My older daughter and I both share a love for dance, so we spent spare moments watching ballet movies like Billy Elliot and Turning Point while I was at her house for a week.  She has Netflix so she had quite a few dance movies available, both the fictitious ones and the documentary ones. We’ve both taken ballet in our past. I didn’t even start ballet classes until I was 21 so I didn’t get to take it for more than a few years. Then my daughter took ballet in San Luis Obispo, CA for a while, but college became her priority after a point. The documentary about the Joffrey Ballet also included some modern dance segments with Twyla Tharp and other choreographers. I took modern dance in college. My college only offered modern, jazz and folk dancing and I took all of them. I took belly dancing on the side, but nowadays some colleges offer that as well.

Here she is with baby, hubby and son.



My daughter only a month and a half after giving birth to her second child.