happy friday, everyone! what are you up to this weekend? i'm going to be relaxing, spending time with friends new and old, maybe seeing a movie, and cleaning. but before i start doing all of that, i thought i'd tell you a little story.
my aunt is a dance teacher. i've written about her before; she is one of the most talented, complex people i know, and i'm glad that, at this point in my life, i can call her one of my close friends. some of my favorite growing-up stories center around her and spending summers with her and my grandparents in scranton, pennsylvania.
and you know, i feel like, as a dance teacher, part of the job is to cultivate a sense of magic. i mean, as a little girl, is there anything more fantastic than twirling in a pink tutu and pink ballet slippers with a big, floppy bow in your french-braided hair? i always loved doing that. and i loved my aunt would bring out her bucket of "magic dust," which was nothing more than a lavishly decorated pink pail filled with air, but to me felt realer than anything else in the world. i loved grabbing handfuls of magic dust and pretending i could feel it sifting through my fingers.
this weekend, i'm going to try to find a little magic. i hope you find some, too.
Hi Megan - oh this made me well up with tears! You are so right - dance teachers should bring some magic! And the fact that you have memories like that which you can now give to another child is just a fantastic karmic circle! Love it when that happens! L x
ReplyDeletei grew up in scranton pa!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story. I love that your aunt did something like that...clever and sweet. It made your memories of that time even better than they would have been without that special touch.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend, Megan!