SOMEDAY I’LL DANCE AGAIN

someday, i’ll dance again….
Tuesday, July 25th, 2006
i love to dance…
the earliest years of my childhood were already devoted in dancing…
i started dancing hawaiian at the age of four, a good few years before i even went to kindergarten.
as a young girl, i’ve tasted my first applause from the audience who have witnessed me dance… i’ve always been asked to dance solo on special occasions…
as the years progressed, i ventured into a more sophisticated, artistic and disciplined form of dance… the ballet…
truly, it took years of good training before i developed my own technique… the footworks, the expression, the musicality, the sensitivity to movements, the pointes, the turn-outs, the arabesques, the pirouettes, the recitals, and everthing there is about this dance…
again, i’ve had numerous experiences romancing the dance floor, romancing the stage lights, wearing all the colorful costumes and again, enjoying and savoring every second of applause….
at anytime of the day, at any given situation, i often visualize myself in the middle of a big auditorium…no other lights but one big spotlight that focuses on ME….. and there, the music plays…..and i start to dance….
I dance the TANGO … it means at this very moment, i am PROUD of myself… i have accomplished something… i have achieved something… i am a winner…
I dance the CHACHA…. because i feel sociable, i feel i can relate to anybody, i feel friendly, i feel approachable, i feel easy, i feel light, i feel like there isn’t going to be any problem with anything, with anybody…. everything is smooth and easy…
I dance the BOOGIE…. i feel happy, i feel excited
I dance the SWING…. I feel that I surrender myself to wherever life takes me… i feel that I need a partner to do things right… i feel good…
I dance the RUMBHA…. i feel romantic…
I dance the REGGAE… i feel bored
I dance the JAZZ and BALLET…. i feel the artist in me….
I dance the HIP HOP…. i feel i’m part of the new generation, forever young
No matter what mood I am in, there’s a form of dance for me….
I still have the good curve of my feet as i point my toes….and former colleagues used to admire
I still have the good turn-out of my legs, the good balance, the good focus, the good port de bras
I still have the sensitvity to music and tempo
I’m almost back to my old shape
I still have the same great passion for dance…..
I need time… effort… inspiration… motivation… perseverance… dedication….
Someday, I hope that I’ll be able to dance again…. to face the audience, to hear their applause…
For now, I don’t know what life has in store for me… i don’t know where I’m headed for…. so i go back to that auditorium, with lights on… and the music plays….
I can only dance the WALTZ….. because right now, I can only dream…….

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