Take a good look, if you please,
at this soaring silhouette.
Do you sense
in her movement,
in her dancer's etiquette?
Would you believe, she bears
a striking resemblance to me,
the living room floor...
way, way back
in my teen days of yore,
footloose and fancy-free,
a swaying tree,
in the summer breeze.
Although I had never had a dance lesson in my life, I was convinced that my smooth jazz moves, if executed with prowess and precision, could easily conquer the most nimble of contenders, in the most challenging of contests. Ha! I had some nerve for a feisty, 'Flashdance' obsessed amateur!
Now, eons later, I have come to realize that this false bravado played a pivotal role in the most important 'moves' of my life. I craved adventure and drama, chasing plenty of twists and turns - sassy chassés, and dizzy pirouettes, spinning me on a journey far from my familiar, Canadian stage, to a floating Minoan one in the Mediterranean.
Soon after arriving at the birthplace of Zeus,
the Fates found it fitting to grant me a partner.
Thus, my solo performances came to an end,
but it's the duets of which I am prouder!
Thanks for visiting!
All images: Google