In a previous post, I mentioned a “houseguest.”  I wish to elaborate.

When you compare him to me…  He’s had fewer birthdays.  He’s got a deeper rudder.  He’s got fewer scars.  He walks a narrower path.   He takes longer getting there.  He runs into less stuff on the way.

He’s as sweet as pancake syrup.  He’s as pleasant as a day off.  He is as warm as a sun puddle. He’s as comfortable as an electric blanket.  He’s as giving as a momma bird.  He’s as protective as a momma bear.  Hurt those he loves, he’s a real mother.

He’s a white knight.  He’s tall, dark, and handsome.  We look like chocolate swirl ice cream.  He’s hot as blue blazes.

He has my back.  He’s my big spoon.  He’s the breath in my ear.  He’s the heartbeat I fall asleep to.  He’s the mate to my soul.

His name is Andy.

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Dance has been my life for almost 50 years. Performing, and teaching, ballet is what I do... what I did. I had no plans to retire anytime soon, but June of 2016, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. It’s a neurological, degenerative, movement disease. I won't be dancing for very much longer if at all. I am losing control of my arms & legs, my muscles are stiffening up, & my sense of balance has ceased to exist. I’ve tied my last pair of pointe shoe ribbons. I now "dance" & "choreograph" through video. Ballet dancer Sergei Polunin is my favorite subject. Videos like "Take Me To Church" and "Make Love Not Walls" helped rocket him into superstar status. Unfairly or not, he was deemed the "Bad Boy of Ballet" because of his off stage antics & multiple tattoos soon after becoming the youngest principal dancer ever at the Royal Ballet. Growing up under a microscope proved difficult, however, he's emerged on the other side a veritable supernova!

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