I just crawled into bed after getting home from class. Wide awake I lay listening to the steady breaths of my husband as he sleeps peacefully. And to the loud propellers of the helicopter that has been circling our area for the past 5 minutes. Which is completely at odds with his peaceful slumber. Not sure what is going on these days but this is the third night in a row that this has been occuring. I envy Mr Mine's ability to fall asleep through just about anything. I have to hand it to him nothing gets between the man and his sleep.
I visited another class tonight and even though there was a last minute teacher swap it was still a great class. There are certain teachers that my body responds really well to. Its a combination of music choice, voice, and energy. Ms Soulful, embodies all three in perfect harmony and is actually one of my favorite teachers. So it was a pleasant surprise that she was subbing tonight for Ms Songbird.
When my dance was over Ms Soulful asked me if being back in class was like riding a bike. I told her kind of, that it was more like riding a bike very cautiously. I had a feeling she didn't know or remember or possibly even realize that I was the student who had fallen and broken her back that fateful day in May. Not feeling like expounding on that I just let it drop. She told me that my dance hadn't looked cautious. And really it didn't feel cautious as much as accepting that I am still learning my bodies limitations. That I am trying exceptionally hard not to push too hard too fast.
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