Once there was a girl who processed a wild spirit. From the moment she was born her mother knew that something would have to be done to focus and contain it, not only for her daughter’s sake, but for those around her. This girl would have to fit in their society if she was ever going to succeed.
When she was two years old her mother gave her a pair of dance shoes. “You are a very spirited girl, and your flights of fancy are not suitable for this place. Take these shoes and learn to dance. Through it you can create what is needed to fit in, and with your movements your spirit can be free.”
So it was that the girl learned to dance. All of her energy; all of her thoughts; all of her emotions were focused to the soles of her feet and came out through the grace of her steps and motion. Day and night, night and day, the girl would dance. Picking up the rhythm of others, she came in contact with, she weaved into their pattern and melded with the tune. By the time she was a young lady even the gait of her walk had become an expression of its own.
Once in a while she would take the stage to perform. It always drew an audience. When she danced for herself that’s when the things she kept inside were supposed to be exposed for others to see. Some people were intrigued, and others were fearful. Was this the same person who walked among them every day? No, they told themselves, the dance on stage was the act, what they saw every day was the reality.
The truth was, that she had been dancing for so long that even she had trouble discerning once dance with another.
Outfit: !! maci ~ Carmen (Limited edition) [includes dress, shoes, and accessories] Exclusively @ The 24! Sept 11- 19
Pose: *PosESioN* Minerva 3 [first photo]
agapee-high pose049 [ second photo ]
Shot on location at: ~ The Vineyard at Checkmate ~