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Two intersecting thoughts this week. One....my ability to move...to walk...to control my body on my own. My mom has a friend who just moved into a nursing home. She can't move on her own. Diabetes and time have taken her mobility away. She lives a life requiring assistance to do anything. She is placed on the toilet with great difficulty and often left there for long periods before someone comes to help place her back in her bed. Her legs don't work. Her room has bed bugs. Cheryl and I went to see the Kansas City Ballet this weekend. The feature production was Carmina Burana by Carl Orff, but the two preceding dances were Tulips and Lobster, and Petal. Petal was my favorite, The music is by Philip Glass and Thomas Montgomery Newman.
Watching the incredible dancers of the KC Ballet, I was reminded of the stark contrast between the unbelievable power, strength and grace of these dancers and the sad state of my mom's friend. God help me if I ever find myself in her position. I give thanks every day for my health...my ability to RUN, to feed myself and move about planet Earth without anyone's help.
The music of the dance called Petal is great. Here is a clip form the Atlanta Ballet's production of Petal. (No offense Atlanta, but KC was better!)
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