Stories From My Garden: Steps Christmas Dance

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Steps Christmas Dance

Gina's Ballet school, STEPS had an informal mini Christmas concert in the school's Studio 1 this evening. Her highness, Dancing Queen danced well together with her Ballet-mates. Music was "Forget About Love", from the Disney animated "Aladdin II: Return of Jafar".

Dancing Queen enjoys performing even in an informal venue like this. During summer though, performing on a much bigger and more formal stage like the Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP) takes place.

Formal or not, she dances her best, and we always claim that someday, she will dance to honor and glorify God, her Maker and Creator. :)

Here she is with her very good teacher, Eurica Balagtas...

And the school's kind director, Sofia Zobel-Elizalde...

Even if she is undergoing some major changes in her life right now due to wearing her Facemask for 20 hours in a day, our Dancing Queen is blessed, and maintains a happy, cheerful disposition. She is one of two major blessings in our life, and we thank God for her.

Dancing with the feet is one thing,
but dancing with the heart is another.
Author Unknown

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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)