I was 14 at the time. It was an cool evening in Moscow as we entered the famed Bolshoi Theatre. The performance was Swan Lake. It was a full house. Other memories? My disinterest. My restlessness. The tall, soft ice cream cones at the intermission. I remember Nothing. I missed Everything.
Notes:
- SMWI* = Saturday Morning Work-Out Inspiration
- Source: Thank you Your Eyes Blaze Out
Lincoln Center – 12 years old…me too.
If we only knew what we should remember…..I would expect nothing else at 14.
there is always a chance to try again. this time with open eyes and heart.
Valid… 🙂
I was 16. High school trip to Moscow. Same memories. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Made up for it 20 years later though. Missed nothing.
Interesting…and I felt the same way (“I couldn’t get out of there fast enough”)
life is full of these missed opportunities–somehow though we make up for them
Some of them, yes… 🙂
Should I admit that I was the opposite? I’ve always been drawn to such things like a magnet…even as a little girl. Such beauty and grace, it’s amazing. You appreciate more than most now, David…you have more than made up for what you might have missed as a young boy. My own boys would have been closing their eyes through the entire experience. 🙂
Ah yes. Here she comes. Here she is. Girl at the front of the class. Apple for teacher. Always on top of things. Homework done. Pencils all sharpened in a beautiful sequin carrying case. Pink ribbon in her hair. Not a hair out of place. Oh, yes. No doubt. No doubt whatsoever.
Lol…too funny, although you actually are right about a few of those things. I was always a great student, but I was too shy to be giving apples to the teachers…and we were too poor for pink ribbons or sequin carrying cases. Maybe that’s the reason I was drawn to such beauty as a kid…because it was always out of reach.
Moved.
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Bolshoi ballet … awe~~
Awe is excellent description. Yes, Horty. You captured it.
One performance I’m happy you missed, was my fraturnity’s spoof skit in college, titled “Swan Swamp.” Our performance couldn’t be saved by the wonderful musical score. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.
-Alan
Laughing. I can visualize it all now. So funny…Thanks for sharing Alan.
Such exquisite and powerful grace..beyond this world. At 12 and at 14 I wanted nothing more than to join Sadlers Wells.. Banned from ‘creating dust’ by doing my practice. I got up in the middle of the night and practiced when the household was sleeping… In my dreams, I still wish I was there..
Awwww, beautiful. Thanks for sharing Makere.
Awe-inspiring. Their bodies are such beautiful instruments. And I fear we’ve all fallen prey to not appreciating a beautiful moment when we’re in it, pal. The best thing we can do, I think, is learn from our oversights and really ‘suck the marrow’ out of the experience the next time we’ve given the opportunity….
Yes. Yes. Yes. Lori. It all reminds me of an Elizabeth Taylor quote:
“It is very strange that the years teach us patience – that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.”
-Elizabeth Taylor, A Wreath of Roses
Perfect!
I also was captivated by the art form from the first Nutcracker performance (I was 11 years old) and still enjoy going, whether Boston Ballet, NYCB or regional companies.
Good for you to see the beauty of this performance so early in your life Peggy.