Christmas eve walks are magical. I remember one with my brother when we were younger. He's in brasil now, and I miss him.
Kirtly's next to serve, and now I have a midnight walk memory with her.
I was getting over a cold, but that didn't matter. She packed the tiny stove, hot chocolate mix, and I of course brought the childrens' book; the little match girl. Derek and Herby completed our gaggle and we headed out into the midnight wonder.
It was a still and silent night, and if I'd been younger I'd worry that we might scare Santa away from the neighborhood.
We wandered in all the magic of new snow and sparkling lights, and I was again intrigued with the beauty of Kirtly Sorensen. She's magical, and makes you feel important. She asked me questions, and I found answers about who she is. Adventuresome, busy, positive, hopeful.
We made it to the 'look out' and took in the beauty of electricity. It's still amazing to me how many lights are on at night. The city was supposed to be asleep, but the road lights said otherwise. We watched, and read, and with the strike of the last match, saw visions for our future.
Herby: probably the green chew toy she would open the next morning.
Derek: A victory to take him to boy's nation
Kirtly: happiness in the phillipeans.
Me: a little long haired brunette named annie. (I'm excited for red too, but we couldn't punish her with daddy warbux references.)
We slowly made our way back home, and I drank in the last of our magical stroll. I love snow, and white, brilliant, quiet beauty. Thanks Kirtly.
12.26.2008
12.16.2008
fall semester 2008
argh. It's come to this. I've been putting off the reality of my failure, at least in the academic world. I finally stared down my grades, and I was disappointed, in myself mostly. I totally failed. And then I was directed here. and I feel better. Accept reality and move on. Bring on January 5 and 17 new credits.
12.09.2008
CAW
I survived the acronym!
Christmas Around the World has come and gone yet again, four times not I've been in the holiday show, but this year was different.
My Folk dance story is similar to his. No I didn't want to be a folk dancer since I was three, but as soon as I knew about Christmas around the world, I had a desire to wear nightgowns and red hopak boots. It was the ultimate arrival. You knew you ahd made it in the folk dance world if you could be seen with a hopak basic and some red ribbons in your hair at the end of a long dress rehearsal.
This year was the year, and I loved every second. It's easy to complain about how much time you don't have, and how many assignments you aren't doing your best on when you devote every evening to the depths of the Marriott center for 5 days straight. But then you stop, and you notice the magic of lit Christmas trees, and the way the puzzle like a way a show comes together. I stopped and watched girls putting make-up on boys, and watched, Ron fixing stressed muscles. Ed is in his element, and is bounding every which way, staying up till 3 am staining bread and salt plates for the Ukrainian presentation. I saw that band and the dancers talking, the girls bonding over dressing room things that I won't mention here, and boys trying to see how much they could eat without affecting their performance.
Christmas Around the world is especially wonderful because it has become a sort of anniversary for mando player and I. A year ago we flirted as I warmed up in an Irish costume to the mandolin music of nickel creek. He played and I danced. Magic. There's really nothing like it.
This year he found ways to surprise me, puzzle pieces, notes, flowers and kiss on stage. I fell in love again with this wonderful red head who makes me see all the magic of Christmas each day I'm with him.
I love that we can express emotion through dance. Chinese was filled with the wonderment of beauty. I remember having those thoughts as I first listened to the song we dance to over a year ago. Hopak is filled with pride for family and values. Israeli is a prayer to God, and I think of the God I know and love as I dance. Irish is magic, always magic, but on Saturday it was different. I collected my thoughts off stage as I prepared for the soft shoe number and my thoughts turned to mando player and the love I feel for him. I danced love, and it was the most beautiful I've ever felt. Love radiated and I felt loved as I leapt across the stage. Then he was there, waiting in the wings as I skipped into the darkness. I couldn't help it then, and I cried knowing that love knows no bounds, and that the love I felt right then would only grow over time.
I love you mando player.
Christmas Around the World has come and gone yet again, four times not I've been in the holiday show, but this year was different.
My Folk dance story is similar to his. No I didn't want to be a folk dancer since I was three, but as soon as I knew about Christmas around the world, I had a desire to wear nightgowns and red hopak boots. It was the ultimate arrival. You knew you ahd made it in the folk dance world if you could be seen with a hopak basic and some red ribbons in your hair at the end of a long dress rehearsal.
This year was the year, and I loved every second. It's easy to complain about how much time you don't have, and how many assignments you aren't doing your best on when you devote every evening to the depths of the Marriott center for 5 days straight. But then you stop, and you notice the magic of lit Christmas trees, and the way the puzzle like a way a show comes together. I stopped and watched girls putting make-up on boys, and watched, Ron fixing stressed muscles. Ed is in his element, and is bounding every which way, staying up till 3 am staining bread and salt plates for the Ukrainian presentation. I saw that band and the dancers talking, the girls bonding over dressing room things that I won't mention here, and boys trying to see how much they could eat without affecting their performance.
Christmas Around the world is especially wonderful because it has become a sort of anniversary for mando player and I. A year ago we flirted as I warmed up in an Irish costume to the mandolin music of nickel creek. He played and I danced. Magic. There's really nothing like it.
This year he found ways to surprise me, puzzle pieces, notes, flowers and kiss on stage. I fell in love again with this wonderful red head who makes me see all the magic of Christmas each day I'm with him.
I love that we can express emotion through dance. Chinese was filled with the wonderment of beauty. I remember having those thoughts as I first listened to the song we dance to over a year ago. Hopak is filled with pride for family and values. Israeli is a prayer to God, and I think of the God I know and love as I dance. Irish is magic, always magic, but on Saturday it was different. I collected my thoughts off stage as I prepared for the soft shoe number and my thoughts turned to mando player and the love I feel for him. I danced love, and it was the most beautiful I've ever felt. Love radiated and I felt loved as I leapt across the stage. Then he was there, waiting in the wings as I skipped into the darkness. I couldn't help it then, and I cried knowing that love knows no bounds, and that the love I felt right then would only grow over time.
I love you mando player.
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