I’ve been travelling a lot lately for work and have missed a few ballet classes more than I would have liked. But I’m happy to say that the busy period is ending now and things should be returning back to normal soon.
I’ve always known dance was a significant part of my life but not having danced for a while now I’m more aware than ever of it importance. I miss standing at my place at the barre and seeing the many familiar faces. I miss the music, the movement, the lessons and, oddly, I even miss the sweat and tense muscles dance brings.
If you’re a dancer, you’ll know how I feel. And if you can relate to me, I’m sure you’ll like the poem below.
May we all find the “infinite golden floors beneath our feet” that the poem mentions!
They Who Dance by Marjorie Allen Seiffert
The feet of dancers
Shine with mirth,
Their hearts are vibrant as bells:
The air flows by them
Divided like water
Cut by a gleaming ship.
Triumphantly their bodies sing,
Their eyes are blind
They move through threatening ghosts
Feeling them cool as mist
On their brows.
They who dance
Find infinite golden floors
Beneath their feet.