A Dancer

I saw a dancer today. She was graceful, poised and polished. She had a radiant and easy manner, and she moved with ease so transparent that it nourishes the idea that each one of us has the possibility of dance within. Though her arches and fluid transitions would prove difficult, if not impossible for me to duplicate, by my participation in the act of watching her, I felt it could be possible. She had me convinced that grace lie dormant within me, waiting to be discovered. With her arm outstretched, the dancer beckoned to me to join her in the dance of life.

The weed dancer swept away my concerns with the music of her musculature and technique. She transformed the stage set with breeze and flowers to a centerpiece for her art. The sacrifices she’d made for dance stood out, the ripples of ligaments and tendons straining to obey commands. These harsh details made her more beautiful. Her beauty was not softer perhaps, but more in focus -indeed, focused on form, function and grace. The BallerinaWeed.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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