Wednesday, January 25, 2006
My Dance Teacher
“Stop trying to be above it all,” my dance teacher said as she dug her thumbs into my hip joints. “Stop trying to be all up here,” she said, throwing her arms over her head and gesturing something sexy and exotic, her chin jutting out in pure pose. “I want you down here, down in your hips,” she hissed. “ I want you to be like Katarina Witt. I want you to glide. I don’t want to see your feet leave the ground. So just stop, stop trying to be above it all.”
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4 comments:
what a great insight and how you deliver the full power of it in so few words is amazing. thank you!
oh yeah, baby. Be Katarina. Bring out the East German skater in you. She's there, prowling around somewhere. Watch her slink to the ice, make her langorous, hip-swishy pirouettes, impress the judges with her angular finesse. Watch her win.
Oh what good words for me to ponder.
What a wise dance teacher. :-)
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