what do you know that i don’t know?

So we have a lot more people in our Saturday morning beginner class. I mean it more than doubled in size this January. We have 3 teens who are all  timid and sweet and thin and flexible, unlike yours truly. ahem. I am none of those things–maybe a little sweet, but I’m not so timid, thin or flexible.

Several adults have also joined. And when I say adults, I’m not referring to 18 and 22 year olds. I’m talking over 30, over 40 just like me. Some of them seem to have a dance background, maybe a long long time ago, but it’s still there.

Today when we were dancing across the floor, Miss Beautiful Ballet Teacher divided us into two groups of five. I made sure I was behind Miss Experienced. I kept repositioning herself and myself so that I would be able to see her movement each time. The others–all newbies to our class this month–noticed and asked me what I was doing. And I said,

She knows what she’s doing. I need to watch her. She even does the performances.

Well, Miss Experienced turned around and informed me that I was doing the performance too. I don’t know what memo she got, but it sure wasn’t the one that I sent out!

I was at a meeting a week ago and there was some performance talk and when one of the song titles came up, I thought, now that’s a song I would like to dance to…but I got the impression it was for the upper level dancers. You know, the ones en pointe who have been dancing for at least 10 years, so I forgot about it and thought I am going to loooooove watching them perform this song, and I had better pack the handkerchiefs!

Back to today in class: “What did Miss Ballet Teacher tell you? and What do you know that I don’t know?” But then we had to move across the floor ourselves, and so we didn’t have a chance to finish our conversation. I was hoping to catch her after class, but she was staying for the next session and didn’t come out to leave.

oh well.

It is a song that makes me cry sometimes. A song that just makes me wistful. A song sung at a funeral of one of my friends…a song whose lyrics get inside my head and want to come out as an expression of worship.

I can only imagine dancing to this song.

We shall see.
Sighing…

2 thoughts on “what do you know that i don’t know?

  1. I should have grabbed a tissue before reading this post! I am so proud of you and tickled for you, my friend, for doing this. As I’ve been reading I’ve wondered if I would have the nerve to follow in your footsteps. I’m not sure that’s something the Lord has cut me out for, but I’ll definitely keep it tucked somewhere in this scrambled brain of mine! Thanks so much for sharing this blog with me! Love you!!!

    • Oh, Marsha. I’ve always gotten the impression that you have a dancer inside of you and you definitely have a heart for worship. Put the two together and it will be beautiful! Thanks for the encouragement; I need it. Dancing, doing someone else’s choreography is so out of my comfort zone and something I have never done before and it’s hard! But oh so fun! If you didn’t live so far away, I would say, come dance with me!

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