Her wishes upon a floral crown, upon pale costumes and pointe shoes. Shadows of grace, intertwining swirls, twirls and leaps. Dancing not for dance sake, but conveying the roles played.
Of happiness, of brightness, of darkness, of mystery, she’s the perfect actress who never speaks. Moods and messages conveyed through sliding movements of grace, strength on only pointy feet.
As she twirls across that magical stage, she feels empowered like a graceful swan, and blessed, as free as a dove, transcending to her world of love, the world of dance, her solace. In that few minutes when the lights and all eyes are on her.
In that instance, the perfect contradiction, of looking so frail but having the strength of an athlete. Ella Bella whispered, “its my Beautiful Pain”.