Stories From My Garden: Nutracker In The Malls

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Nutracker In The Malls

Gina's Ballet school is coming out with a mall show/tour this November and December. The more advanced and senior ballerinas from Steps Dance Studio will be dancing in this event. Excerpts from the famous Tchaikovsky ballet “The Nutcracker,” and “Pinoy Christmas,” a song-and-dance depiction of my country’s most loved holiday traditions, will be showcased.

On the way to her Ballet school this week, I took a shot of the huge billboard poster on the road...

We are excited to watch. And praying that one day, our little Dancing Queen will dance this beautiful Ballet classic too.

It is of course possible to dance a prayer.
Terri Guillemets

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God's Bouquet

You must bloom where you are planted,
In the garden we call life,
And bring some special beauty,
To each corner where there's strife.
Perhaps you're but a dandelion,
Wishing you were a rose,
Yet in this place of growingthings,
You're the one God chose.
It's up to you to finish,
What the good Lord has begun,
By growing just the way youshould,
And face each day's new rising sun.
There's room for you if you choose,
To be in a glorious array,
Of beauty from God's garden,
That He'll add to His bouquet.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:--
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1815)