How It All Started
You would think that, looking back, I would be able to pinpoint it – that first dancing lesson, perhaps, or a particularly catchy song that would have me twirling on my pretty little toes at age three. You would assume that I’d have that faded photo in which I’d be sporting a tutu, thrilled with the masses of pink cotton candy cloth around my waist, and that tell-tale look of concentration upon my face as I attempted the moves that I’d been taught.
But no. There wasn’t a beginning, really, to my all-consuming passion. Dancing has been a part of my life for as far back as I can remember, a large portion of what makes me myself.
And what a portion. For 26 years, I’ve been using my body to express myself in ways that others can only guess at. Ways that I am lucky enough to get to show them, by dancing, by creating fluid movements that always tell a story.
And, since dance is not the only way to tell a story, I find myself right here: on the brink of starting a blog, in which I can use words to describe the unique beauty of what I’m all about.
Dancing the Tale
Living in the UK means that there are endless opportunities where dancing is concerned. I attended regular dancing lessons from a young age, moving effortlessly from stage to advanced stage. But it wasn’t until I was older that I realised that choreography would be my real passion.
I was enthralled by the thought of using dance to tell stories. Under the guidance of my teachers, I would go over my moves over and over again, transporting myself in the music, and propelling myself forward in a way that only the most dedicated are able to do. Today, I teach choreography to scores of eager students – their enthusiasm and drive only has me wanting more.
And more it will be, for, as I introduce more and more innovative routines to my students, while improving my own capabilities, I look forward to a future full of dance.