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4:19pm 12.27.18

 

 

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each moment is a snapshot…

embracing my heart ~ ~ ~

 

 

January 13, 2019 at 9:01 pm 3 comments

strokes of a pen

. . .

our eyes connected,

a few words spoken,

smiles exchanged…

for the briefest of moments

each one belonged to me.

only me.

. . .

though our time shared was brief,

their time bestowed will live in my forever…

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a few of my prize possessions…Mikhail Baryshnikov, Frederick Franklin, Alexandra Danilova, Suzanne Farrell, Patricia McBride

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One of the greatest classical ballet dancers of all time…

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January 2, 2015 at 2:36 pm 13 comments

My Nutcracker Story

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once upon a time,

there lived a little girl

whose dream was to be in The Nutcracker,

to dance amongst the snowflakes, flowers and dolls

but

most of all to ‘live’ the role of Clara.

*

she practiced for hours and hours each day,

thought of nothing but ‘becoming the part’,

of the sweet little girl

whose gift from her grandfather

became a prince

and

captured her heart.

*

after two years of being a party girl and bunny,

and

watching Clara dance from the wings,

the day came to pass

when the cast sheet revealed

she would finally come

to realize her dream.

*

there were rehearsals in studios,

rehearsals on stage,

rehearsals with costumes and orchestra,

nights with no sleep,

big blisters on toes ~

she was living in a constant state of euphoria!

*

when opening night arrived it was quite the affair,

there was a dynamic which could not be contained ~

from the moment the strings played their very first notes

and

the red velvet curtain was raised.

*

the ballet began with a party and guests,

dancing and playing with toys ~

until a mysterious gentleman suddenly arrived

with his enchanted dolls for all to enjoy.

*

there was a very unique doll

set aside for last,

to be given to one special girl ~

the mysterious man had created a Nutcracker

for his granddaughter

to enrapture her world.

*

Clara was bewitched as she danced and danced,

till it was time for the party to end.

as the guests took their leave

the house became quiet ~

it was the moment to forge onward to bed.

*

BUT

Clara was restless,

unable to sleep

so she made her way down the stairs to the tree,

where her Nutcracker stood guard,

and

the clock struck midnight

with chimes hailing the beginning

of Clara’s magnificent dream.

*

the big stage came alive as the sets disappeared

and

the tree grew over twenty feet tall ~

there were regiments of soldiers,

a mouse king with four heads

and

scurrying mice…

some very big and a few very small.

*

then it happened ~ it came ~ the moment of surprise

when the Nutcracker became larger than life ~

he fought with his sword

and

his faithful soldiers behind him…

a battle… with no end in sight.

*

during all of the raucous,

Clara stood on the sidelines

watching

and

thinking of what she could do,

when a thought suddenly occurred ~

‘the mice king needs a distraction

why not throw something at him…

something handy…. like a …. shoe’?

*

SO

*

she grabbed her shoe,

aimed for one of the heads

and

threw as hard as she could ~

where upon the king turned away,

a sword met its mark ~

ending the reign of the mouse king for good.

*

Clara stood in disbelief as the soldiers and mice

walked away leaving nothing behind

but

a man

who moments before was her Nutcracker ~

now a prince leading her on a journey….

way into the night.

*

the end of act one saw the magical forest ~

a snow queen and her prince…

then

a flurry of snowflakes prancing on stage

with ‘snow’ falling from an overhead scrim.

*

~ Intermission ~

*

act two began with a ride in a sleigh

to the land of fairies, dancing flowers and sweets

and

a story of how Clara saved the Nutcracker’s life ~

broke the spell

of a doll he would no longer be.

*

after introductions were made,

the prince called upon

the kingdom to perform for his guest ~

the land of sweets

came bursting alive with dancing

and

classical music at its best.

*

as Clara and her prince sat

in a gazebo on stage right,

she knew in her heart

it was more than a ‘dream’ ~

the desire she felt was real…

the journey was real…

it was ‘who’

she was meant to be.

*

the young girl wanted to waltz along with the flowers,

wave a fan in black Spanish lace

and

pirouette in a tutu all around the stage

as the reed instruments in the orchestra played.

*

the last to perform was the sugar plum fairy

along with her cavalier ~

a pas de deux so beautiful,

so spectacular to watch

that Clara’s eyes began to well up with tears…

because

Clara knew ~ the young girl knew ~

the grande finale was about to begin,

when all the dancers performed one last time

and

bid farewell to her and the prince.

*

the end of the ballet brought curtain calls,

a dozen red roses with applause

and

stage hands taking apart the sets

and

packing away the props.

*

*

when the end of night

finally arrived,

the young girl laid awake in her bed ~

all she could see

were visions of herself

dancing around in her head ~

~ ~ ~

waltzing with flowers,

pirouettes in a tutu,

and

waving a fan in black Spanish lace ~ ~ ~

leaping through the air,

under snowflakes and candy canes

all around a magnificent stage.

*

clara two

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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post script:  I wrote this piece last year and I chose to post it again this year, however, I refined it a bit.  An edit here and an edit there – one year after the fact with fresh eyes and a few years of writing poetry under my belt (or shall I say under my tutu:)

December 16, 2014 at 2:20 pm 40 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Endurance

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Ironman Wisconsin 2006 – 1 second before crossing the finish line

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For me, Ironman Wisconsin was the pinnacle of endurance.  Never had I ever undertaken such a task and it proved to be a true test of physical and mental gumption.  It was the longest day of my entire physical life.  The rain, the wind, unseasonable cold weather and the constant deadlines nipping at my heels.

I had one goal and ‘that’ was to finish and ‘that’ I did ~

3 minutes shy of 17 hours.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/endurance/

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September 22, 2014 at 12:07 pm 23 comments

lamentations

:

:

i know he has to go

but

knowing does not make it any less painful.

:

:

it is not a ‘forever‘ goodbye,

it is a ‘i’ll see ya later‘ goodbye.

however,

inside

it is a ‘i will miss you so, so, so very much‘ goodbye

and

i cannot wait for you to come back home‘ goodbye

:

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August 6, 2014 at 3:30 pm 16 comments

Weekly Photo Challenge – Between

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Wizards Waving Wands!

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Movie Wizards

Expelliarmus!!

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This photo was taken the night we saw Harry Potter – The Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011).  Both Peyton and Jordan wore their black capes (Peyton’s is an actual Harry Potter costume and Jordan’s is part of a Darth Vader costume).  Each one brought their wands and before we left the theatre, they needed a moment…to do what it is they do…

The obvious ‘between’ here is two ‘magic’ wands.  What may not be obvious is the strong brotherly love my two son’s have each other.  They are very, very close and the very best of friends.

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/between-danielle-hark/

June 20, 2014 at 5:05 pm 20 comments

suspended in time

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looking in his eyes

feet never touching the ground

once upon a waltz

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a ps:  Way back when I was in college, I took a historical dance class, which was taught by Mr. Richard Powers*, a famous dance historian known for his work in film, stage productions and workshops around the world.  Each class, a student had an opportunity to dance with the teacher.  My opportunity – my blessing  – came the day of the waltz.  He stood in front of me, took my hand and the other commandingly held my waist.  I was terribly jittery inside; nervous that I would step on his toes, or worse, break a limb.   When the music began, I was literally swept off my feet.  All I can say is that I have never, ever had a moment where I completely lost track of time and place.  All I saw were his eyes and, I can honestly say, I never felt my feet touch the ground.

There has never been a moment like this since.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Powers_%28dance_historian%29

June 17, 2014 at 1:00 pm 13 comments

legs

for more than twenty years…

you completed my lines,

you gave me a dream

and

you challenged my life.

i treated you with respect

and

tender loving care.

in return,

you gave me wings –

allowing me to fly through the air.

you were there at the beginning,

for all the blood, sweat

and

tears,

helped me soar above the sadness –

sustained my life through the years.

though my world no longer revolves

around a dance barre

and

a stage,

i look upon you – now –

still wishing for those days…

forever dreaming…

when life

was

young

and

the heart

was

brave.

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found an old pair of friends

June 9, 2014 at 3:00 pm 16 comments

what was once…

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the naughty threesome

always hungry and goofy

my treasured goofballs

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geeks

Wisconsin Dells, 2007

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ßill, Peyton and Jordan

a little note:  This is quite a wonderful picture – not because Bill and Peyton have a pretzel in their eye and Jordan was trying to hold a pretzel in his eye, failed and looked utterly goofy – no – it is a wonderful photo because #1.  Peyton had a grilling fork in his hand and #2.  Jordan had the Chicago Tribune movie section in his lap.  If there is one thing Bill did that was so very, very special, it was to encourage my boys’ passion – cooking, food and movies. & when the three were together, I could never tell who the grown up was……ever…

 

 

 

June 7, 2014 at 12:19 am 22 comments

Happy Mother’s Day

mom and pnut

Jordan’s 2nd birthday

My mom & my pnut

May 11, 2014 at 5:01 pm 6 comments

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