The Devil Wears Sansha

As you know, I’ve just begun the journey of pointe. Back in September I was fitted for my first pointe shoes in a very long time, and I was so very excited to get them and begin! Who was to be my new best friend? Sansha Debutantes.

After a month of breaking them in and building muscle, etc, I was still having tremendous trouble getting up on the box. I thought it was just me. Luckily, my teacher had feet very close to mine. After my teacher tried them and was having extreme difficulty getting on the box herself, I decided to change shoes.

Now, being where I am, the closest store for pointe is two hours north or 5.5 hours where I was fitted for the Sanshas. A bit of a trek, but necessary. My in-laws live in the 2 hour away location, and since we were going there for the holidays, it seems like it was meant to be!

We entered the shop, and my husband (who loves attention) decided to cry out, “Ballet isn’t a sport!” Boy, he learned quick that ballerinas are nothing to be trifled with. After he was threatened to be put in a tutu, I was refitted and given spacers this time, new toe pads and a brand new shoe: Bloch Jetstream. Not only that, but this time I was told that I am double jointed in my ankles, my suspension muscles need help and my alignment is off – which has caused my ever increasing shin splints and issues with fitting my heel in pointe shoes. (She was a ballet-nazi to be sure!)

This wonderful lady gave me her time in helping me get to know my new shoes, how sewing them differently might help in my issues stated above, and even gave me some pointers to help keep that dreadful smell down in the toe pads. — That’s some stinky stuff! Not to mention, she made my poor husband feel comfortable during this hour process. He used my “brick” shoes, as she called them, to thwart flies in her shop.

I was just so grateful for her help and wisdom in this process!

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Studio News

My studio recently announced the theme for our winter performance: Metamorphosis. Being a student of literature, my mind immediately went to cockroaches and utter depression, but the enthusiasm in the studio leaders’ faces brought me back to reality. What was meant was a metamorphosis of spirit. (So much better.)

Allow me to backtrack a little. I’ve already shared that my studio is faith based, but I haven’t shared the story of the continual thrust of my spirit towards taking up ballet classes again. There were many things that stirred in my heart, but when a wonderful family from my church invited me to see their studio’s spring performance, I knew it was another instance of calling. So, I went.

The performance brought me to tears. The story was beautiful. The dancing was incredible, and the passion was explosive. It was the final straw on the back of this camel. I know God knew the personal struggles going on in my life that made me sad. Everyone has them, right? But He knew dance, and even more, this studio would bring my heart back to life and inspire that same passion that makes this life beautiful.

So, again, Metamorphosis: An expression of that change one goes through when they come to let Christ into their hearts. A physical and spiritual change. A very literal change. The leaders had a great way of illustrating it. It is like a caterpillar in a chrysalis becoming a butterfly. Changing from a crawling creature that fed on leaves to one that flies and feeds on the sweet nectar of flowers. This is the same when we become a being of Adam to one with Christ. His heart becomes one with ours, and we begin to bare His fruit.

While I know this change occurred in me when I allowed Christ into my heart, I can see it continuing as He leads me through life as He led me to this studio. I have been given wings through Him, and He is teaching me how to fly. I cannot wait to share that journey with the world through our performance. And if you get a chance, I would love for you to be there!

Right En Pointe

The epic moment is here! The both dreaded and highly anticipated first pointe class. What was the one most important (and most humbling) thing I learned? – To have even more respect for my fellow classmates at their incredible strength and ability.

I had to drive to a town two and a half hours away for work and then rush back to make the class. I got into town a little earlier than I thought I would, but I couldn’t wait with the excitement lingering. I headed to the studio to stretch and warm up an hour before class.

There should have been a little more stretching, but I was interrupted by an adorable little girl who insisted that I was a boy (I have a pixie cut) and wanted to share my theraband. Oh well. After two months of getting back into shape and pushing myself, my confidence was brimming to the hilt. I squeezed my feet in, strung up those ribbons and sauntered off.

Oh. My. Goodness. Dudes/Dudettes, I found new muscles that are hidden within muscles that are wrapped around other muscles – I mean, are you kidding me? But the feeling of lifting up and gathering the strength in places you formerly didn’t know you had in yourself – both mentally and physically – is exhaustingly exhilarating in the best of ways.

Needless to say, I will be soaking in an epsom salt bath with a shot of NaturalCalm chased by a tall glass of coconut water so I’m not cramping up in class tomorrow. Still, I am a respectful fan of the “pretty pink coffins” that my one teacher calls them, and I so very much look forward to what new abilities I will find in myself.