My journal of big words and pretty pictures
She looked uncomfortable. The pillows stacked under her head and not her body put her at an odd angle but she was high enough to see her television. Her family gathered around her bed watching an old black and white movie featuring her when she was a young dancer during the Harlem Renaissance. At age … Continue reading All that jazz
She danced around the atelier, turning her head to her shoulder so she could watched herself in the mirrors as she twirled and pirouetted. Her arms stretched out to her sides, curved as if holding onto a dance partner, she softly hummed along with the violins in Brahms’ waltz. Head up, shoulders relaxed, posture held … Continue reading May I have this dance
“On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined.” ~ Lord Byron Feel the music, step Give way to the rhythm, sway Only hearts hear, spin * Photo taken at the Hangout Music Festival, Gulf Shores, AL, 2015.
“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore Adorned in diamonds Débutante spring cotillion Her dance card is full
Thin spiral notebook 