My Dream Shoes
- Jelo Mantaring
- Nov 24, 2016
- 2 min read
I was just 8 years old when I started dancing in our church. There I learned how to stretch my arms as high as I can. There I learned how to turn and turn a couple of times without getting dizzy. There I learned how to dance passionately like I'm not tired.
I was a dance minister in our church for years. Yet when I say that I dance, it's not the typical dancer who knows how to lock, break, and do every step which is so incredible. You see, there are so many kinds of dances and I dance interpretative and a little bit of ballet.
Ballet? Me, a man, dances ballet? You are judging me right now because I'm a male who dances a female dance. But I don't care because dancing a dance with a soft touch is my comfort zone. A space, a medium where I can put all of my strength as I spin and slide. It's the dance of my heart where I offer it to the Lord who gave me this talent, this skill.
I may be not flexible who can reach his toes and bend his back until his hands find the floor. I know that I need flexibility to perform my routines and steps, but having this satisfaction in my heart when as I dance, deep in my heart I could feel the love of the Lord in me. And as I dance, I impart this love to other people.
And you know what, I always dreamed of having those white shoes that only the ballet dancers wear because who would wear it on the streets? And then I got one, and then I felt that I was really a dancer.
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