LovesEternalMuse

I read something today that sparked my memory...Memory of how beautiful life was when I found my one true love. It was just a bag and it brought a glow, a light, and needed reminder of what it was to really see things...when I first started dancing...I was 6, eager, wise, lovely, loving, on a familiar journey, and more aware than a 6 year old should be (at least that's what some thought). There was a window by the dance bar at the dance studio. It was my first. I explored, sweat, worked through, cried through contractions, searched with my body for the very first time there...I would gaze outside and daydream while my ballet teacher spoke...and the flowers outside the dance studio were vibrant and many...Flowers always fascinated me. Beautiful flowers...even as they withered and fell to the earth, I ALWAYS thought they were beautiful...Beautiful flowers dance in my mind, outside my windows, in my name...funny how flowers, sight, windows, dance...all eager, all wise, all lovely, all loving...funny how they excite me and hold me close. I had no idea how happy I was then when then was a now...I was so happy...hmmm...I want to dance now...see beauty...be beauty...release beauty...remember beauty...