The Silent Dancer

Sometimes life gives you lemons.  And you're supposed to make lemonade.  Occasionally, life drops a skid-load of very dry lemons on top of your head.  With those lemons, you can choose to either throw them aside and starve, or you can decide to live off the nasty rinds and be miserable.  

Alternatively, life might just decide to pile-drive a frozen-deadly-poisonous lemon directly into your heart.

With that lemon, you have three choices:  (1) Suck out all the poison immediately and just die; (2) Chip away at the poison and kill yourself slowly and softly; or (3) Embrace the frozen-deadly-poisonous lemon for what it is and thaw out alongside it.  Or.......you might just be lucky enough to meet a lovely ballerina who makes that lemon a bit more palatable (yes, I just said that).

And, that's kinda what happened to me.  

The ballerina is beautiful.  In every possible way.  She moves so gracefully and so naturally that sometimes I'm unaware of her presence until she's sitting right beside me -- this is a remarkable feat, due not only to the aforementioned beauty, but also the light-up-the-world smile on her light-up-the-world face which illuminates whatever darkness that might be lurking around the next corner.  Sometimes, I AM the darkness lurking around the next corner...

And when we meet, I'm completely captivated by this exquisite, delicate, delightful, soulful muse... who dances through my mind every day and every night.

The ballerina is a silent dancer who expresses herself in the most amusing ways.  A physical, insightful, intuitive muse.  A most charming combination of character traits and attributes. It takes no more than a simple thought of the silent dancer to bring some much-needed warmth into my heart -- the same heart that must contend with those frozen-deadly-poisonous lemons from time to time.  And, for now, I'm most grateful for the ballerina who has popped into my life in a most unusual way at a most unexpected time.

The ballerina has a soul that perfectly fits her body, yet has far outgrown her mind.  Searching for something...dancing towards...something.  Truth? Knowledge? Sense? Perfection?  An unquenchable desire for...something...je ne sais quoi -- I can't define it.  As it should be.  A silent dancer shouldn't be defined by mere words...

I too have been searching for something undefinable for quite a long time.  For now, I've found something in the ballerina who dances through my mind and my soul and close into my heart.  Right into the center of my cold, dark heart...to light it up, give it some warmth, and make it love something once again.

Peace:

Jude