Here it is then, my blog. At last Lyda would say.
Since 1 November 2017, I join ballet classes at La Bayadere, led by Lyda. Being a man of 58 years old I made the next move in my life by realizing a dream of my youth by starting to learn dancing ballet. I thereby transformed a long-held desire of becoming a ballet dancer to a first real and actual start at a ballet school. And start at point zero.
Soon after my arrival at La Bayadere Lyda made the suggestion to start a blog, to make other people participants in my new journey of discovery.
By now it is a year later, I needed some time to take this step. A bit with the feeling that I probably could have begun earlier with writing a blog. But my work, daily concerns and a piece of computer illiteracy made this step more difficult than I presumed.
So eventually after that first step to La Bayadere that brought me into the world of ballet, I now make my second step with presenting to you this blog.
What made me move to ballet?
It all started with a documentary about the freedom dash Nureyev made in 1961 in Paris. I saw that documentary somewhere at the beginning of the seventies, in my early teens. And I wondered about his move. As a person, he intrigued me, his face, his expression. It was so full of expectation. And I knew he was a ballet dancer. But ballet was something of another world, a world I did not live in.
One day I decided then, I will look into this. And that one day would present itself 45 years later.
I intend to make you part of my journey by writing this blog about my experiences and troubles in mastering some of the elementals of ballet. I hope you will enjoy reading about my journey as much as I enjoy learning this beautiful art of dancing, called ballet.
As always, the magic is in the doing.