There's always been a struggle within . Growing up I never felt feminine enough. I felt rough and ordinary. I wanted to be dainty and fragile...delicate. And although I studied with the gurus and the masters about the art of twisting like a pretzel... about movement and flexibility... about bending my own body to will...
I felt I could never master the "feeling" of daintiness.
It might be my mothers stories about me being a 10 pound baby and the pain she endured. She never lets me forget it. Might be the stories about the baby girl she brought home and all the linen and fine gowns that were ripped at their seams because her arms were so thick and she could not fit into them.
It was not until my late twenty's that I found the femininity I was searching after. It was not until the birth of my first daughter Maia that I felt like the ballerina that spins in every music box. Like all the Disney princesses combined. Like Marilyn Monroe and Mae West. Like Betty Boop and Jessica Rabbit. Her birth transformed me into that Swan like queen...
The weekend was beautiful... the ballet was exquisite... So was my escort (husband) to the ballet.
My nephew is visiting us and there's so much I am remembering and experiencing.
I am processing, learning and absorbing and all these verbs are transforming me.
I am waiting until I can verbalize more...
Until then... Stay Sweet!
Monday, January 16, 2012
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Going to the ballet is always a beautiful experience that brings me back to life. As we grow we become better in so many ways..I wish I would have done to my body and my mind what I do now back when I was young and could physically do more.
ReplyDeleteWow these photos are stunning. I cant imagine you ever being rough and ordinary. The way you write, the pictures you take no chance. I'm glad having your child helped you see what was always there xxx
ReplyDelete**I am processing, learning and absorbing and all these verbs are transforming me**
ReplyDeleteOooooh, I am still absorbing the beauty and art of the dance...
Xx Love to you dear, Adriana.
Beautiful! Never been to the ballet, but would love to go some day!
ReplyDeleteOh these pics make me miss it so much. Ballet was my escape for over 18yrs! The place where I could create a world and change it to my liking. Where I lost myself in music and fantasy. Thanks for these pics!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images! Motherhood changed me too. I think I can better love myself the way God made me, knowing that He entrusted my babies to me!
ReplyDeleteI am now your happy follower from Get Wired Wednesday and look forward to reading your posts.
Stunning pictures! Your writing is phenomenal...I look forward to reading more.
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I never felt dainty either!
ReplyDeleteAdriana, you made me want to run to the ballet! Can you believe I've never been? You moved me with these images, Amiga. Un abrazote.
ReplyDeleteBellas fotos!
ReplyDeletey cada epoca tiene su tiempo ;)
What a wonderful blog. I look forward to reading it daily with my morning coffee!! I found you through the blog hop and I am your new follower. I would love for you to follow me back... http://cathhasablog.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeletethese photographs are exquisite. it seems to me that what you might have lost in not being dainty you gained in photographic precision. virtuosity. i think your mae west jessica rabbitt - the femininity of the strong - is so much more beautiful than any ballerina. beautiful photos & post -
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Beautiful pictures!! I'd LOVE to see a ballet!!!
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Hi hon, just popping back to tell you I gave you the Happy 101 Award because your blog always brightens my day and quite frankly I heart you ;) http://sianyblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-got-some-winter.html
ReplyDeleteBare with it, it's at the end of what is possibly the longest post in the world x