You’re walking down Princes Street
or across the market square, or
in front of the museum, or
towards the bus or rail station..
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I hope DJ reads this. I remember being so proud of him when he re-learned how to do what to the rest of us comes naturally. Thank you for making us pause to think and indeed, perhaps, be grateful. t x
As a teacher of dance, the most important job I have is to teach people how to walk - and your description of the process is spot on. Try doing it in slow motion - it takes practice, but when the walking is mastered - the dancer is born. I had one student who arrived with only one leg. She refused to use crutches and was one of the most amazing dancers I've met. She had been a gymnast as a child, so her control over her body was pretty amazing. The first time she first entered the danced space, my first thought was ' how am I going to cope with this? ' I still cringe at the remembrance. She taught me heaps. Thanks for the reminder and for the great poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥