till june | Setting The Barre


It took till (virtually) June to write down about Blue Till June, however alas, right here we’re.

When the ultimate (metaphoric) curtain dropped on our season closing program, I used to be consumed by teary celebrations of a veteran dancer’s retirement bow. It wasn’t till a number of moments later that I felt the pang of lacking this ballet.

It’s regular to overlook a great ballet when the run is over, particularly the type that brings the forged collectively to inform an intricate human story by a number of the greatest music ever recorded. However this time the curtain hit the stage further exhausting as a result of the looks of ballets like this one feels rarer than ever.

The little I’ve written on this weblog lately has been decidedly melancholy- I hope it’s not bringing you down! Typically when good issues go by your physique for a short time, it makes their absence really feel stronger, and the battle inside you ever extra fiery. I’ve been residing on this psychological area of lacking issues earlier than they’re over, maybe as a result of I’m feeling the necessity for some change in my life. However what sort of change?

A lot of the change that has occurred in my life has been by pure progress. Certain, there have been a number of abrupt, surprising shifts in circumstance. However most have been a gradual development of targets, exhausting work, and progress. I’ve hardly ever felt an itch to change- this unfamiliar nagging feeling within the pit of my abdomen. They all the time let you know to “hearken to you intestine” however by no means let you know fairly find out how to decipher the incoherent whines warbles. That half is as much as you.

A change in environment? A shift within the every day nouns: Individuals, locations, issues? What precisely does that little voice in me must let my pure progress keep on unencumbered? How can I be certain? How will all of it work? And when?

For now, I don’t know. For now, I’ll be looking. For June, I’ll be listening inward and looking out outward.

photographs by Trey MacIntyre and Dylan Giles.



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