I P I T Y T H E S P A C E I N Y O U R S O U L
If you've never seen dancers dancing light upon their feet , embracing the open space as if meeting an old friend once again for the first time, I pity the space in your soul that has been left empty.
To witness the magic which a human soul can pluck out of the air, breathing in such magnificent strains of music until the eitire body sings, as winds blowing through great trees, is to have one's eyes renewed, opened for the first time.
These dancers are, each unto themselves, such a breath of fresh air, there for the moment then gone - the sun's setting soft into twilight.
Have you ever seen a flower about to bloom? Everything - the birds, bees, sky, sunset and rain - seems somehow tied to, a part of, aware of this most marvelous event.
Such are dancers when first they step foot from behind the curtains our onto the stage. Strong, yet able to bend with the wind, each muscle ready, waiting to be unleashed, a gazelle with the stealth of a lion.
If you've never seen dancers, good dancers, dancing lgiht upon their feet, get yourself to a theater and fill the void there in your heart, your soul, and allow your being to drink its fill of the splendor that is dance.
Yes. If you've never seen dancers dancing I pity the space in your soul that has been left empty.
- excerpt from the book 'Ballet School' by Andrew Rist -
