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May. 20th, 2003 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danuvI was thinking earlier about pointe work and I realized that I did actually miss it despite the pain and my complete lack of any real skill at it. There is something about the balancing of all that energy on such a small bit of flesh, cloth, glue, and wood that turns a step, a movement, into some strange mesh of science, art, and magic.
So much focus of energy and power all right there, brought to a point. Then the weight of the body, the force of the muscle, bone, and tissue carries it off somewhere else.
My mind has been wrapped up in thoughts of power, balance, and energy the past couple of days. All of the meaningful relationships I am in have their own lives. One is a constant coiling and uncoiling. Another is a rafting trip with long periods of calm and then into sometimes scary, rapids. Even my children claim their own, one demanding I be a constant audience, giving and taking, feeding her need for adoration. The other so much like myself that our hard corners are constantly scraping one another.
I'm trying hard to find the right way to handle each one. Learning where I fit into their lives, what role I am to play, how they are to change me. Heck, I'm still learning who I am. I guess that is what it's all really about. I'll be 30 in a little over a year, shouldn't I have all this down pat by now? No? Alright then. No expectations, only anticipation. That's the plan.
So much focus of energy and power all right there, brought to a point. Then the weight of the body, the force of the muscle, bone, and tissue carries it off somewhere else.
My mind has been wrapped up in thoughts of power, balance, and energy the past couple of days. All of the meaningful relationships I am in have their own lives. One is a constant coiling and uncoiling. Another is a rafting trip with long periods of calm and then into sometimes scary, rapids. Even my children claim their own, one demanding I be a constant audience, giving and taking, feeding her need for adoration. The other so much like myself that our hard corners are constantly scraping one another.
I'm trying hard to find the right way to handle each one. Learning where I fit into their lives, what role I am to play, how they are to change me. Heck, I'm still learning who I am. I guess that is what it's all really about. I'll be 30 in a little over a year, shouldn't I have all this down pat by now? No? Alright then. No expectations, only anticipation. That's the plan.
