Back to land and out of the sea. It’s quite strange to watch everyone in my city walk around in a drone-work haze after coming back from the tropics. It literally looks as if everyone is a zombie.
Back in the studio, I am back in ballet class. Feeling free, light & happy. I got a compliment from my teacher today on my pirouettes, which nearly made me fall over. (she never compliments me! egad!)
Discussion of today’s ballet class: Would there be art without touch?
Calculating my savings, costs and budgeting for dance. A never ending cycle I suppose.
I also am looking for a new job and getting adjusted to being around all these city people again.
I just finished the book “The Buried Giant” by Ishiguro. I could hardly get through the first twenty pages calling my mother and complaining the dialogue was too lengthy. The next thing I know, I was utterly glued to the damn book spending all day reading it and sobbing through the end of it. Reminded me of the beauty of magic. Seems I had forgotten.
A new chapter begins.