This is my sister. She’s backstage.
She lives in Brussels. She speaks French. She just graduated from a post-grad modern dance program at P.A.R.T.S. She’s now setting off for a whirlwind tour as a professional dancer that will include visits to Vienna, Amsterdam and Kinshasa (in the Congo). She’s athletic and strong and graceful. She is a leader in her group, organizing picnics, group games, performances….
And, I was lucky enough to visit her in her element. I saw her perform under the lights — jumping and running and shaking and spinning. My eyes never leaving her strong calves, her flowing hands. I was lucky enough to go with her to Nice and wander the dirty streets looking for a hostel. I was lucky enough to share a bed and dinners and conversations and a stony beach and a long trudge up to a fortress and lots of bread and coffee (And history, parents, memories). And love.
Thank you, Universe, for sisters! Especially Anna Kathleen Whaley.2 comments