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| "Pointe Shoe", oil, by Oriana Kacicek |
My wife and her son,
Aaron, and I saw a stunning performance by the Boston Ballet yesterday, and it
reminded me, as we rode home on the train, that beautiful ballets are
continuously being danced all around us. It’s strange that I so often miss this
marvelous fact – that dance-like harmonies of the highest order are all around us,
always. Closest to home, there’s the
graceful symmetry of our bodies – our balanced limbs and organs, as well as the
flawless steadiness of the passing of blood through our veins and arteries. There’s
the graceful twirl of tree limbs in winds, the spins that sparrows show off as
they search for food, and the stylish skips and leaps of squirrels. Even the
slow fall of old spring blossoms to the grass these days seems to be done with
poise and precision, as we saw yesterday while walking in a park in Boston with
floating white dogwood petals pirouetting in the air around us. Ballet at the
theater is a blessing, but no more so than the skillful dancing of the everyday
world.
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