This week has been an emotional roller coaster. I actually hate that expression, it is entirely too trite, but in reality, my week really has had some super highs and super lows. I will not go into specifics here, as this is to be a happy place but will say, this week has been a trial of the expression "you are never given more than you can handle"
During this desperate week of mine, out of the blue, I was given tickets to La Bayadere playing at the The Metropolitan Opera House performed by the American Ballet Theater. I decided to just go, even thought my head and heart were filled with anxiety and fear. It took me a moment to settle in, it was a matinee performance, with an amazing selection of blue haired ladies contrasted by scruffy college kids. The seats at this time of day are discounted and sometimes you can get them for next to nothing as it unnerves the dancers to dance to an empty hall. Ten minutes in, I was hooked and spent the next two hours of resplendent beauty finding a little respite from my terrible week.
There is a scene called, "The Kingdom of Shades" in which twenty-four perfect ballerinas preform a spectacular feat of unison. And by unison, I mean absolute precisely articulately unison. The main character has an opium induced dream about his dead, love of his life (as we all do) which sets the stage for this dream like dance, of twenty-four ballerinas. Just think of it, that's forty-eight pairs of legs and arms doing exactly the same thing, at exactly the same time, for over half an hour.
I was in awe watching these women, some of whom, are apprentices, just seventeen, eighteen years old, still attending American Ballet School, hoping to secure a spot in this company, move with such grace and dedication. They are the most gorgeous floating swans, or fairies, or other world goddesses. They never allude to the strength or sheer will power it took to create the movement, the hours of practice, over and over to ensure the leg extension was just so.
I walked out with my head a little higher, trying to emulate their straight backs, which made me feel a little more capable, to handle the tasks at hand, the fear in my head and heart. In short, a tiny window of light opened during this horrible week and I was able to bask in the glow of twenty-four inhumanely perfect beautiful beings,
as a reminder, that good always comes with the bad and you are never given more than you can handle.