A friend of mine has just started ballet lessons. She’s pirouetting and pas-de-deuxing like crazy and developing the firm, lithe legs of her youth – which isn’t that far back.
She’s signed up for a second course of lessons. What makes it really worthwhile now, she says, is that the other women in the class have loosened up and are friendlier and up for a quiet giggle.
“In the beginning, they were so serious. I was embarrassed to be the only one to find it funny when I went wrong,”she said.
A healthy attitude. Going wrong is what we all do when we fling ourselves headlong into the uncharted territory of Expression Through Dance and laughing is so much more becoming than puffy-faced snivelly-nosed misery. Continue reading “Dum, da-dum, da dum dum dumdum, dumdum….”
Boadicea's Chariot 