What I Do Must Be

In A Dancer, There Is A Reverence For Such Forgotten Things As The Miracle Of The Small Beautiful Bones And Their Delicate Strength.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice... It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Come Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

No Animal Ever Has An Ugly Body Until It Is Domesticated. It Is The Same With The Human Body.

The Body Is A Sacred Garment. It's Your First And Last Garment; It Is What You Enter Life In And What You Depart Life With, And It Should Be Treated With Honor.