A Community of Love

This one is a little tough for me to talk about. After attending our dance school for 13 years it has closed shop. Three weeks before recital, 5 weeks before nationals. Poof, done. No warning at all. Heartbreak, disappointment, betrayal and lord knows what other thoughts filled the minds of 75 students and their families. The five girls on the competition team have felt it the most, sticking by the studios owner last year while others departed for alternate places to dance. These are the girls that spend hours and hours a week at the studio, performing at competitions, proudly displaying their colors. Their life has been pulled out from underneath them.

When word got out about what had gone down, and it did not take long, the outpouring of love and support was incredible and 60 hours later we were able to get rehearsal space and the recital space we needed to see all of these dancers fulfill their ambitions and to show their families what they had learned during the year. Thank you to everyone who helped in getting this done. One of our teachers and our competition team advisory board are using all of their experience in arranging the show. Me, I am putting in my efforts and will be taking the group photos for all the dances at dress rehearsal. Of course this means I will not be doing my normal routine of shooting the dancers on stage, but I will be on it hard during the actual show.

Our next step is to obtain funding for the competition team to go to dance nationals. The money that had been put out by the teams parents is now gone. We do not know where it went or why it did not reach its destination, but what is done is done. We are hoping it went into keeping the studio open for as long as it could.  Hope and faith are a balancing act right now.

A Go Fund Me page for the girls has been established and lord willing, the goal will be reached and we will get them there. If you can help out just click the link. You will be a part of making five girls very, very happy.

I will check back in after recital. Lots and lots to do!

Thanks for stopping by!

Phil

Thoughts of a Teen

My daughter is graduating high school in just a few weeks. The day we all hope for good weather so we can enjoy the outside ceremonies instead of the gym. Although, the way the weather patterns have been this year, if it is outside we just might need to wear our winter clothes. While her major is not yet determined, she will be going on for a minor in dance. All good, I had no idea either when I embarked upon that journey.

One of her final projects for english/creative writing was to pen a series of short stories or poems. I wanted to share with you the one she shared with me. Proud papa moments.

She lived for him.

For the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at her.
For when they’re together and all they feel is love surrounding them, never letting them go.
His soft voice sounded like flower petals flowing in the wind.
His hands felt like a smooth warm blanket keeping her secure.
His lips a velvety touch to hers, nothing like she’s ever felt before.
He made her feel like there was galaxies racing through her body.
Her soul danced for him.
Making sure he never stopped smiling.
When he is sad, her heart crumbles just wishing that she could do something, anything to make him feel the least bit happy.
They laughed together, loved together, were happy together.

There was no place she’d rather be.

But when times got rough, all she felt was guilt, like she wasn’t good enough to keep him happy.
Like she wasn’t great enough to keep him going.
Although, she was his light, she knew she kept him going even though it didn’t seem like it.
For all those times that she felt worthless and like nothing, he made it better.
He made her feel something real.
She felt important and appreciated.
She never felt a love so consuming of her body, mind and spirit.
He had been the one she was always looking for.
She strived to be his number one.
His only one.

Now the question was… did he live for her?

-Brittany Shepherd

 

We have often talked about a major in creative writing, even philosophy. Letting her find her own way on this path, time will tell.

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