Hello! My name is Cheri Glover and I'm a blogger. It has been 4 months since my last post.
Whaaattttt!!?????!!! Am I still a blogger if that is true? Gosh, I hope so because the way I sort things out in my head, my heart and my soul is to write. So, I'm hoping I can still be a blogger.
First off, I've been teaching 17 dance classes/week and rehearsing on the weekends, going to various competitions and participating in all kinds of things dance since last August. So, I've been kind of busy. And that is why my blogging is scarce. But the recitals are over and the summer has commenced and I'm hoping to get a rhythm going here other than tap sounds. Although, I assure you those I cannot quit. Apparently, not ever. (not that I didn't try, mind you)
|This little one had to come up with a double bucket full of courage to go out on stage. She was beyond beautiful. She did it - and she was so proud of herself afterward. Melted heart!|
|Watching from the wings. SO proud of all of my dancers. <3|
And it's a good thing I have all of that stored up, because no matter what has been happening in Cheriville Faerie land, the city of Orlando has been under an assault that has drained the joy straight from our hearts. Oh yes, we've rallied for one another and we've given love and blood, donations and love, hugs and tears, love and love. But we are still suffering unthinkable losses and unmeasurable grief. And it stinks and hurts and is a raw and open wound that is horrific to even TRY to fathom, let alone deal with. The artist community, which I'm so very grateful to be a part of, has tried in every way we know how to come to peace with these losses. And it is of this community I will speak, because it's the one I know. We are dancing our hearts out. We are dedicating our best work to the beautiful souls who left too soon. We are trying desperately to find answers that will make us feel better. But we know there aren't any quick fixes or magic cures.Yet we try with our whole heart, body & soul to defy the laws of confusion and catastrophe to work it out. There are other communities (healthcare, first responders, travel agents, airlines, hotels, private donors, corporate businesses, those who protect and serve, community stores & restaurants and on and on) who have been paramount in this war zone and I'd be terribly ignorant not to mention that. EVERYONE has done so much good.
And what I see coming through the loudest, clearest and most consistent is that we all have hope. HOPE! Thank goodness. It doesn't matter what name you put on it, really. Faith gives us so much hope. And to all lucky enough to have faith, faithful will likely be the catalysts of finding more hope. I'm grateful for my faith, truly grateful. Love, light, compassion, empathy, service, hugs ... all of it is HOPE. And thereby "our" Orlando will be pulsing HOPE through the city in gusts of healing energy. It's already happening. I can feel it wherever I go. I was at the World Ballet championships last night and LOVE was every where. And people were filled with hope. (and yes, sadness and raw hearts, too) but you could feel the tribe energy working its magic. Eyes were filled with the flicker of hope and sparking love for everyone. It was beautiful. As was the dancing! Holy smokes, stunning show, by the way.
I will further my catch up news as I can. Only rehearsing 2 days per week will be a catalyst in the writing as I'll need something to do (lol) ... but seriously I will diving into art hook, line and sinker to both relieve my broken heart and to let some of the bottled up stuff out of my heart and imagination. So if you want a mosaic or something, reach out. I'm in the zone!
Please pray for Orlando if you are a believer in prayer, or send good thoughts for healing; white light for safety, gold light for healing; energy that is pure ... whatever you can do. It will come back to you so many times over. And we will be so very grateful for your help. And above all, be kind to one another. We are all human beings. All we really need is love.