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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

dreaming of the pas de deux

Last weekend, my family took an adventurous little road trip down back roads and one way streets, through construction, and deer crossings, to partake in a family tradition. The Nutcracker.

And yes...even in this back country of West Tennessee you can find ballet. And dang good ballet too!

And there were these two amazing - and I mean AMAZING - routines...are they called routines in ballet? or is that just cheerleading? Two great dances both pas de deux.

When Clara meets the Snow Queen and King and then the Sugar Plum Fairy. Oh my gosh...soooo moving! It's like the Snow King and the Cavalier just orbit around their princesses. Like her every move was his reason for being. Her lean left was his lean left. He was her support, her strenght, her spotlight, her enhancement, her focus. With out him, she is beautiful. But she can't possibly get as high or as far. With out her, he is amazing. But he doesn't seem so full of purpose.

and thus the pas de deux.

I just learned the name of pas de deux this summer on so you think you can dance. See video link below...

ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7kM_64jY42Q

Best video i could find. They are kind of floating like ghosts...

ANYWAY...

Pas de deux. Step for Two or Not of Two. I think the official term in a ballet means step for two but the french translation could be not of two. They both fit.

It's litterally a joining of two dancers in a dance created specifically for them. A movement for two as one. Like the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier. He makes her Shine. She makes him Beautiful.
The dictionary calls it a close realtionship between two people as in doing an activiy.
Doesn't that sound like what a realtionship should be?
Pas de deux. A step for two in one dance that is not actually for two. It's for one. Because you are one. You move as one. You act as one. And it was a dance created just for you and your Snow King. and it's moving to watch becuase you are so in sync that it's beautiful. And then Tchaikovsky is constantly serenading your life.
And so I dream...

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