I took a master dance class today with a four-year-old.
The class was given by a New York-based choreographer in town for a show. Most of the students were professional dancers, including the the four-year-old’s mother. While she took the class, he found his own space on the dance floor and rolled, stretched, pushed, swung, scooped and reached with all of us. It was wonderful.
So this is in honor of our small guest today:
” You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.”
– Isadora Duncan
Image from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak