On Tuesday night, I spontaneously decided to attend a ballet class after having to miss my scheduled Monday night class thanks to an RA flare up. It was just a beginning, open adult class. Nothing fancy, no frills. Just good ol' fashioned plie, tendu, rond de jambe, et al. I didn't think much of it, no expectations beyond working on my standing leg and turnout.
I loved every minute of it.
I left class feeling light and full of light.
|Ballet in Aspen, CO, circa October 2011. Miss those girls.|
Such a pleasant surprise. And just what my spirit needed.