Monday, February 4, 2008
Write Like No One’s Reading
I woke up this morning to the jubilant strains of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake on KDFC. Instead of smacking the snooze button I snuggled more deeply into my feather bed and buried my smile deeper into my pillow. In my semi-conscious state I saw visions of little girls in pink tutus tippy-toeing and jete-ing across the stage.
I love ballet! When I was seven my mother took me to see the legendary Dame Margot Fonteyn and Rudolf Nuryev perform Swan Lake at the Tokyo Festival Hall. Mom said stars gleamed in my eyes during the lavish performance.
Mom indulged my every caprice.
“Capricho!” she would chuckle everytime I expressed a desire for something.
Hence the ballet lessons. Except for wearing my white school uniform, I lived in pink tights, black leotards and ballet shoes everyday. I even got good enough so that I was chosen to play a little swan for my ballet class recital at age 9. During one rehearsal I was so eager and enthusiastic about playing a little swan that I pirouetted myself right off the stage and broke my arm and ankle. Calamity Jane was a childhood nickname. Sad Sack was another.
I’m reminded of an email that got passed around sometime ago that said something like, “Love like you’ve never been hurt, and dance like no one’s watching…”
Adios, writer’s block! Goodbye insecurity! To hell with critics! From here on in, I shall write like no one’s reading.
I shall write freely and let my words fly like bats at sunset ascending into the night.
I shall write joyously like whales breaching the surface of the sea.
I shall type away until my fingers break through the membrane and morph into butterfly wings.
I shall pour out my heart, like there’s no end to the bloodletting.
I shall cry away the shame with words to purify me.
I shall turn those phrases like a pirouette with no end on a world stage without edges.
And then I shall end with a grand arabesque and curtsy to wild applause!
Yes, yes! I shall write like no one’s reading… Yes!