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Where Life Takes You

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The full moon is in Aquarius tonight. I look out my window and see a shimmering light illuminating the earth. The trees are reflecting moon beams and the street is sparkling and silver. I know that I’m supposed to be out in it, soaking in the moon beams, refreshing my aura.  

I figure I can lay in bed and open the blinds and let the rays hit me while I rest.  It goes with the other instructions I received from my favorite astrology blog that reported it was time to spoil and pamper myself. So, ok, I will, I will lay here, luxuriate and soak in the glittering shimmering moonbeams that are glorifying the night sky.  

 

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I can feel the magic energy in the air.  The world feels alive with possibilities tonight; as if anything  could happen.  It’s a happy night, if you can just tune in to it.  Let go, breathe, drink some tea, take a lotus pose and accept. And there you are, where life is taking you and it’s an amazing ride filled with beauty and wonder. Let the bliss wash over you.  I think of other magic full moons and illuminated landscapes.  Tall redwoods towering above the canopy of Sierra pines. Majestic and lived through thousands of full moons. Beaches with the full moon reflected in the waves as the gently roll in at low tide. 

Those places have stayed in my heart and are easily conjured up for full moon reveries. Especially now, getting ready to hit the road again and travel to the land of Kings and Castles, Europe. 

What is it about a European vacation that sets the imagination on fire and makes your heart beat hard-very hard?  I think it’s stepping back to one of the cradles of civilization.  This cradle being Paris, in particular. Paris is ancient. It’s underground filled with hieroglyphics and medieval remains(The Catacombs). Despite her age, she is eternally youthful, the city of romance, art, beauty and design.   The spirits of great artists linger over cafes and reconvene as the new generation appears. 

But it’s not just a vacation, it’s a reunion.  Having been fortunate enough to be a part of the Bluebell Dancers, artists who danced across the stages of the world in the glory days of their youth, we will reconvene soon in The City Of Lights, Paris.   We had the world at our feet because of our youth and talent and we were blessed to have this time of our lives in Paris. It was magic and we are all coming to relive and recreate that magical time in our lives for two very special days.   

So, join us,  Come on the trip!  Come sip some tea in the great tea houses of Paris and share the stories of showgirls of an era gone by. 

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To Paris

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I  just kept hearing my Mom saying you should go, you should go. You love it there. She was talking about Paris, France. I’m a very fortunate person. When I was young I sort of found a career that I knew existed, but never entertained realistically. I spent my high school years in Reno, Nevada. In Reno, gambling is legal and there where billboards on just about every road and freeway advertising the casinos and the shows. One particular billboard had a huge blow up of a showgirl in red feathers with a broad smile having the time of her life. I jokingly said to a friend one day as we were passing. by, ” That’s what I’m going to be” . Two years later, I found myself on the stage of the largest show in the world. It happened fast.

Fast forward 35 years and those shows have been retired. People aren’t into showgirls anymore and they are actually pretty tame compared to today’s entertainment. I was invited to a couple of really amazing reunions over the past year and half. The first one, I couldn’t make it and had to experience via hundreds of FB posts from old friends. It was amazing and I knew I had missed something incredible. The next one, I decided to cast of my doubts, my schedule and go for it.

It’s in Paris and it’s far to go, but this is my life and I think I should live it. There were many of us from around the world who were fortunate enough to experience a very special dance troupe that is almost gone now. We lived in the era of showgirls and caberet. We were taken under the wing of Margaret Kelly and woman who had talent and business acumen oozing from her pores. A former dancer from across the pond who made it big in Paris, France.

The Bluebell girls have filled the stages of the world’s nightclubs and theaters for decades. To understand what being a Bluebell Showgirl is, it’s helpful to know who Margaret Kelly was and how she started the most successful dance troupe in the world. Margaret Kelly (aka Miss Bluebell) was from Great Britain. She was an orphan born with polio who was placed in dance classes to straighten her legs. She eventually became a professional dancer and danced her way to Europe and eventually to Paris. She met her husband and became a member of the allied resistance during WWII. She risked her life to save hundreds of her neighbors, fleeing the Gestapo that invaded France. She was gorgeous, but tough. She lived through the ordeal and she continued to dance. She formed her own dance troupe and began to provide opportunities for other young hopefuls to make it on the stage. Once she chose you, you were hers and she would form you into a sophisticated Parisienne showgirl with the ability to dance upon any stage in Europe. Bluebells were often former members of the most famous ballets of the world. From the L’Opera De Paris to Bejart’s Ballet of The Twentieth Century.

Most of us were just regular girls at heart. We loved the same things that other girls loved. We had boyfriends at home, pets, families that loved us and we loved dancing. To be able to actually become a professional was a dream come true. Behind the shows, our lives were filled with trying to find an apartment close to the theatre to share with a roommate. Shopping for groceries and having Al Fresco dinner parties. Treating ourselves to French pastries found on virtually every street corner. There wasn’t a lot of shopping, because the pay was just enough to pay your rent, buy groceries and a metro pass. Even though we knew we weren’t getting rich, knowing that we had made it as professionals was enough.  

So, here we are again, decades later and we will reunite in the City of Lights to rekindle the days filled with dance, rhinestones, feathers and travel. Most of use barely out of puberty who took on the world with innocence and curiosity to find adventure and make a life. Besides all of these memories, we also have a love for Paris. A city that’s a Virgo. Beautiful, creative and mother to all.

Ballet for the Best Life

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My mom sent me to ballet school when I was just four years old. My siblings and I took lessons twice a week from a retired ballerina of the San Francisco ballet who had set up a private studio behind her 1940’s bungalow. The studio was in her garage and had a bouncy wood studio floor and wall to wall mirrors with barres for the dancers to practise. She must have had at least a hundred or more students, because when I arrived for class, dancers were leaving and when my class left, more dancers were coming. We had a yearly recital at the civic center and the seats were always filled.

The discipline of ballet and the effect on the body is an experience that transports an average human being into a physical state beyond the norm. The repetition is like meditation and entering the zone happens almost immediately. Wether you like it or not, and if you have a good ballet instructor, they will keep you to task and do what ever it takes to keep you counting to eight and moving to the count of eight. Mind and body are willed into synchronicity. It’s a good lesson, and probably the best lesson, a child will ever learn. The lesson of repetition with good intent that results in beauty and sends positive energy into the world.

As I danced, my legs became flexible, strong and capable. As I walked to school each morning with my sisters and friends, we could leap more squares of the sidewalks then the others who didn’t dance and leap over puddles easily. At night after school we could climb up to the tops of the trees like monkeys easily and with speed. Our play evolved and we naturally assimilated graceful postures and movements.

Now as an adult, I don’t go to class anymore, but the barre stuck with me. It was the best way to limber up and release the joints that kept getting tighter with age and sometimes felt like a vice within my own body.

Looking through pins of ballet dancers, tendons, muscles, extreme flexibility and strength burst forth. Ballerinas on their toes in shredded satin and wooly soft leg warmers umbrella by small stiff tutus. The satin of the shoes stained with blood from the force of the dance. Pics of strong men and women and using their strength to create raw human beauty. Ballet was beauty, it was health and it made for a beautiful life.