An Eighth Shot of Espresso: Coffee and Creativity on Mum's Third Shift

The thunderous beats of a drum  drives the dance the music courses through every pore of your body let the fires  of passion  fuel your limbs  and give form  to your movement  Don't let rigid rules  stand in your way free your mind from its shackles of convention  feel the rhythm  and match it.

Nervous  before the curtain rises  all muscles tense in anticipation  dancers keep moving so their muscles  stay limber musicians tune to the perfect note actors pace or visualize their perfect opening night however you prepare for the night the crowd hushes then the lights come up and the audience applause  fills you with a strange calm  as you focus on the performance

a rebellious soul  doesn't follow  the conga line  the stiff armed step dance or the ballet chorus  they are the ones  who dances with  a margarita glass  in hand  as the sun goes down the ones who taps their fingers to the beat subtly as the taps ring out on the floor and the one with the red tutu and the rose in her hair  who does pirouettes  from the rafters

Pink bag sits on the floor half empty hair ties pointe shoes lipstick blush a tall water bottle A memorial to childhood dreams and idyllic carefree years.