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Sawyerville 11’ I miss that little girl so much! Can’t wait for next summer. (Taken with instagram)

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Ballet shoe! (Taken with instagram)

fuckyeahtattoos:

My grandmother, Natalie Jane Williams, was my best friend growing up. She lived in our renovated barn on our property and i’d spend all my days there, eating cookies, wrapping myself in large pieces of fabric, and working on art projects. She was a very talented artist, always busy with this or that project. Nevertheless, she would always drop what she was doing to help me make my next doll or some other impossible project. To me she is classic beauty, she is ethereal wisdom, she is pins, needles, watercolor, and npr; books on tape and glue; milk and paintbrushes. She inspired 6 years of ballet; encouraged a deep passion for a beautiful, timeless art. When I look at my feet, I think of her.

One night a few years ago, my kitchen windows were illuminated by red and blue lights; two policemen standing at my door. They had come to inform me that my grandmother was hit by an oncoming truck while she was turning into a gas station. She was Lifestarred to the hospital where she lay in a coma; a vegetative state of body and mind. A week later, my family gathered around her bed as we watched and felt her last breath; each of us subconsciously matching the rise and fall of our chests with her’s, realizing we’d go for seconds without breathing. 

Shortly after her passing, I stopped dancing…I just didn’t have the heart for it anymore. I haven’t danced since (besides little things in the kitchen or an open space).

I haven’t greatly missed it until recently, when I moved to Austin, Texas, and began feeling her strong presence. I started to really see the strong tie I had put between my grandmother and my dancing and wanted to honor that in the best way I saw fit. 

When another dancer comes onstage, you acknowledge them by bowing with one foot pointed in front of you at him/her, while you graze your leg with your fingertips starting from the thigh down to the inside of your pointed foot and up to the person. 

I know I won’t be seeing her onstage with me, but when I look down, she’s here.

Scott Spencer (http://ssdoestattoos.com/SSdoesTattoos/Contact_Info.html) with Atomic Tattoo in Austin, Texas did an awesome job helping me find the perfect font as well as doing a great job tattooing it. Thank you Scott!!

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The moon isn’t made of cheese, silly. Banana Moon by Dina Prasetyawan is up for scoring now.

Attic photo! (Taken with instagram)

justinrodgers:

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. 

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. 

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…” 
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love