One day, in a far away land, a little girl was skipping stones with her little frog friend, holding a lollipop and singing to herself. The frog suggested they go swimming. "But I don't know how," said the girl. "Don't worry, just jump and as soon as you hit the water I will grab your hand and we will swim together." She was afraid but she trusted her friend. She closed her eyes and jumped. As she sputtered and struggled and did her best to keep afloat she reached around for the frog. He wasn't there. She popped herself up and wiped her eyes just enough to see his back as he walked away. "Hey! I thought we were in this together!" He called back over his shoulder, "Sorry kid, I knew you wouldn't jump if i told you I was leaving. You'll have to do this one on your own. I hope you don't drown." And with that, he was gone.
She panicked for a minute. She saw her life flash before her eyes. She sucked in enough water to drown the titanic. Then she stretched out fully, waiting to die, and found that her toes could touch the bottom. She was really only a few feet deep. She splashed a little closer to shore, where she stood up and felt rather silly. She slopped out of the water. She picked her lollipop up from the bank where she had dropped it and skipped away.
* Sometimes, when you're sure you're drowning and alone, you just have to reach out a little further than you think you can to find that you can stand on your own two feet just fine.
You came not soon enough! August was a tough one, suffering seemed to be the rule rather than the exception for most people I know. The last couple of days though have taken a turn upward and I have a really good feeling about september. Grab a surfboard and run on in when the waves come, they won't knock you down so easily then. Here's to the lifting of the clouds!
A: The Dirty Ballerina is a collection of words, drawings and meanderings that fell out of my head and onto a page. (In the real life paper version there will be things that fell out of other people's heads sometimes.)
Who is the dirty ballerina?
Why do you get to be THE dirty ballerina? What makes you so special?
A: Because I said so and because that's me in the tutu.
Do you even do ballet?
A: The last time I did ballet was when that picture was taken 22 years ago.
*I'm going to stop here before it gets ugly and say that everyone has a little dirty ballerina inside of them. The next time you pour coffee down the front of your fancy outfit or trip and fall in the mud stop for a minute and look at yourself. Are you laughing? There she is...
Thirty in Thirty
As an assignment to myself and to push myself to learn about deadlines I am writing a blog everyday for thirty days. The only requirement I have is that I cannot blog about blogging. Most of it may be crap but I'm doing it anyway, so there.
My grandma always says, never let the truth get in the way of a good story. I always say, the truth is better than anything you can make up. I also tend to listen to my grandma as she's pretty smart. So, if you pop up, or think you pop up in anything I write you might be right, but then again, you might be wrong. All memory is fiction essentially, right?