Instead of taking advantage of the quiet to get my blog post done and writing something magical, I am sitting here watching two people paint the side of a wall outside the window above my desk. They are standing on… Read More »The painting’s on the wall
We see it said a lot, “community over competition”. And I agree. I agree with this statement to a certain extent. It is better to have a community to support each other, to bounce ideas off of, to build a… Read More »Community or Competition
A while back, I decided that I need to become better at making decisions. I told Ben that one of the things that holds me back the most is my indecision. In order to combat this, I started a little… Read More »Decisions
She walked into the room with such a swift and sure stride that I was taken aback. This was not a bad feeling for me, but more a sense of jealousy at the comfort level at which she seemed to… Read More »The transition
Neither one is right, neither one is wrong. Both play a vital part in our society, and it’s up to us to choose which one we want to be. The technician is talented in his own way. Smart, calculated, tactical.… Read More »Artist V. Technician
The squeezy, squeaking sound of pointe shoes against marley. The sound of the box tapping against the hard floor underneath. The light thud as the dancers come down from a jump as if they are being lifted by the air… Read More »A Public Mental Note about sound
I’m drinking a green smoothie for lunch. It’s not a punishment, but that’s how it might have felt to the ghost of Sarah’s past. In fact, this green smoothie is actually very tasty. It’s full of spinach, banana, oat milk,… Read More »The Green Smoothie Effect
To stand at the edge of the sea is to escape into the endless blue beyond. The world is drowned out by the unending cycle of crashing waves. It’s a symphony of whooshing followed by the tumbling of small rocks,… Read More »To stand on the edge
Packed together in the small ceramic cylinder, they stretch and curve to find the nearest light. The purple that was once a deep and vibrant purple has faded slightly to a light plum color. The edges maintain their color, but… Read More »Among the Crowd
I peeked over the side of his crib to check that he was soundly sleeping. Or was it to spy on my beautiful little boy? The reason is lost on me now. His pacifier sat against his cheek, and something… Read More »Extraction