Tears

Tears of Norway (title in image selector)

Okay, wow! Titled this blog post as my next post.  I figured once I had a title I could make something from it.  Came from the fact that for the past two weeks my right eye has watered uncontrollably producing lots of involuntary tears.  And these tears had increased steadily (until Tuesday when I had a BodyTalk session with Laura Hames Franklin and my eyes were literally cleared up).

So that was was that, whatever. Not a blog post but a good story.  Then I was going through my journal (for another reason) I’ve kept since I moved to New York and found this…  perhaps just another story but the first bit I have to share because I literally started to cry with emotions I felt running all through my body.

It is about this time exactly a year ago that I first heard of the Franklin Method.  The studio in Berkeley that I mainly danced at was having a Franklin Method workshop on the feet. (The ballet school director’s mother was a Franklin Method teacher) Needless to say, I didn’t go.  As a struggling dancer/student I didn’t have the 60 dollars or whatever it cost to shell out to attend some who-do-vodoo workshop.  My experience with similar techniques at Cornish had made me more than a little skeptical of these alternative movement systems. I just didn’t think they were for me.  I am a ballet dancer, straight and pure, the classics! A week or so later I was taking class with a ballet teacher I absolutely love as a part of my week-long preparation for my biggest audition of the season, the Los Angeles Ballet, the one I was flying to LA that Saturday to attend.  Interestingly enough, this ballet teacher had taken the workshop, after the ballet class she really want to share what she had learned and I was one of the ones she singled out because she thought this could really help me.  She then showed us some exercises rolling our feet on small balls.  I have been around the block with these sorts of things but these exercises were different…and it made my feet for the first time in a long time feel BETTER…
I called my parents that night and told them about it, and they were over joyed that I found something that finally made my feet and ankles feel normal…
Two days later, I came down from a changement to heart-break, I had sprained my ankle —- badly.  I can push through a lot, like completing an audition on a sprained ankle before, but this time was different, it was excruciating and I couldn’t put weight on it.
Needless to say the rest of that year, basically was dedicated to this injury and the pain in my right foot that resulted from it.
– Emily’s musing (March 4th, 2011)

Yep, that’s all I have for this post…. Comment PLEASE if you like. 🙂 Tweet me up on twitter, find me on facebook.  Much love!

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