noun, plural -tus·es, -tus.
1. a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, series, action, etc.
It's already February 16? Really really? I guess then that hiatus is the correct word. Not anything to some has been happening but possibly to others like me you'd appreciate some happenings in my lil life here in the hills of Tennessee.
Currently the dancer Jen has been working on our newest rep which is always a fan favorite (of mine lol) simply because it's not all tutus and tiaras (and no I am not talking about the rather popular reality show out that sort of makes me want to vomit that such displays of graphic brattyness has made it's place at the top of entertainment but anywho)... it's a mixed rep. We are dancing a piece by the great Mr. B, and if you aren't in the crazy dancer world (sometimes I'd congratulate you on that fact of your life, this time however I will hold my applause) as Mr. B is George Balanchine. I highly recommend you to do a little research on this fantastic man or possibly on a later date (tomorrow) will need to blog about him as he is deserving of his own blog. We are also doing several other neo-classical pieces and the entire second act is called 'Latin Heat' Choreographed by an ex-Hubbard Street dancer named Ron DeJesus. It was a great 11 days of having a 40 min piece set on incredibly seemingly dormant sore muscles after the first day... the ones that when you sit down to go to the bath room you almost cry... ya those sore muscles. But granny made it through (barely) and loved every minute of it.
Then we had Valentines day two days ago. A girl at the ballet got fired. Kumbaya much? JK. No, but it was a spectacle that actually made me incredibly sad. Normally I am a 'For the Dancers' kinda gal, but in this case, knowing how hard and much my Artistic Director works and does care for us all and the company I just wanted to give him a hug. I feel as though I have been through 7 of my 9 dancer lives and the entire spectrum of a dancer (although I have never been fired) and seen more Artistic Directors jaded, uncaring, rude, and forgetful for what it was like when they were a dancer... no one director is perfect... but I guess in the attempt to find perfection for yourself, the balance of your patience, the willingness to give as much as you do get, and the ability to keep a perspective on life clear and 'cut the crap' you then can maybe, just maybe find some kind of harmony with the cards you have been given... which leads me to my next paragraph...
As soon as you think your cards are bad in life look at someone else far less fortunate. I am sponsoring a little boy I picked through Compassion International. 'Compassion International exists as a Christian child advocacy ministry that releases children from spiritual, economic, social and physical poverty and enables them to become responsible, fulfilled Christian adults. Founded by the Rev. Everett Swanson in 1952, Compassion began providing Korean War orphans with food, shelter, education and health care, as well as Christian training. Today, Compassion helps more than 1.2 million children in 26 countries.' I'm obviously not that eloquent so I did a lil Copy and Paste from the website for ya. I had to look at my budget, had to pray a lot, and the moment I looked at the website, saw beautiful faces, read the mission, I knew not only me, Jennifer Mae Drake Feltner, tiny dancer, in a ballet company, in Nashville,TN, who loves animals, carbs, vintage dresses and trucks, who seemingly doesn't make a big impact on many lives (if any besides my four legged furry friends), could actually make a huge life changing difference in someone else' life and it be within monetary means... no brainer. The choosing was hard, but I knew when I saw him or her I would know. You can narrow your search a lot, gender, regions, ages, etc. I picked a child that lives in an AIDS-affected area. In Africa, the disease has impacted the entire continent, creating a generation of orphans and vulnerable children, yet then the list was still two pages, so I narrowed it down even more by the selection for birthday. And low and behold I found him. He was turning 7 the day we sponsored him. His name is Mukunziwayo Thiery. He is from Rwanda. He lives with his mother and is responsible for carrying water and gathering firewood. His mother is sometime employed as a farmer and there are three other children in the family. Some other facts about him I found out are he likes rolling hoops and soccer. By a dollar and 4 cents a day on my end he will get an education and school materials at Ruyumba Student Center, will receive meals everyday, hygiene supplies, recreational activities, and get regular health screenings and medical treatment when necessary... and will also learn to love Jesus, receive personal attention, play with other children in a safe environment, and know that he is loved. Proverbs 14:31 'Whoever is kind to the needy honors God'. But that makes me wonder... what does need entail. Yes I am able to give him things... things that I never worried about, an education, the ability to dream, hope, a job, a home, all the bowls of cereal I could (and still can devour), etc... but how in my selfish nature have or should I say could I ever feel still some sort of emptiness til now... I am so humbled to have such a beautiful lil boy in my life that can now by a dollar people... a dollar... can now have things that were just given to me... I feel for me a sense of purpose. And am not sure whom is changing whom but don't need to know, just get to feel it.
Now that... is perspective...
I wish my friend that I don't dance with anymore can see and maybe mend some hearts at the ballet but for the most parts dancers are stubborn individuals... myself included. But I can hope.
I encourage you to look at Compassion's website. You have no idea the joy you can give but also receive. It's unexplainable and life changing.
Til next time... :)
My Hubby made me a home made Valentine's Day Card... insert awwwww.
The one who is changing my life... isn't he something.
Words to live by.