ballett here I come

Finally I had time to stop by the dance shop to get my ballett slippers! I've never set foot in there before, and I must say I was a little bit sceptical since the personell at "la dance" is usually less than helpfull. I passed by la dance however and went into the next dance shop "doda". I had already looked at their website and found a pair of shoes that I thought would work well for my foot.

They gave great service at the store and provided me with more than enough help. The shoes I got was a new type profesional ballett slipper from grishko that has elastic seams under the foot to make the shoe adapt to a pointed foot even bettter.

I'm going to sow the cross bands on tonight and then I'm all ready for my next ballett class.

my hope

Right now I'm wearing a golden squirrel around my neck. I found it on a random walk through H&M and immediately knew I needed to get it. Somehow it gives me a lot of hope, and is almost like a "yes" from the universe.

This story takes me way back to when I was only 15 and living with my family in Canada for the summer. This was the summer that changed my life. I really found out who I am, who I'm supposed to be, and got that confidence rooted deep in me. It was also the summer I started dancing. At the campus we were living at, there were half-tame squirrels all around. They would in fact eat from your hand if you sat quietly enough. I didn't think much of it at the time, other than that it gave a nice atmosphere. After 3 months it was time to leave, and it must have been the most difficult depatures I've ever had. I feel so uprooted and alone and didn't know how to go back to normal life after this.

I know my mum felt the same in many ways. The first day back in Norway we were sitting in our kitchen overlooking the back yard when suddenly my mum pointed out the window. There right outside the glass door was a little brown squirrel lookin in.

Both of us broke down crying over this little "sign". Somehow there was a connection to all the hope we had been feeling and that now felt so far away. And that little thing outside the window managed to make the connection a little clearer to us. The hope had not been left behind, it had traveled with us.

To this day I alway get that little "sting" in my heart when I see one. And often it happens on occations like this one. When I'm starting up a new project, new job, or something memorable happens. It always gives me hope. Hope that I'm in the right place at this time, and on the right track.

Hope that I'm not alone in this world!

What is your hope?

where to begin...

Things are moving so quickely now, that I haven't even had a chance to update my blog for a few days. I have set the date for the audition for my dance company that I'm starting up in january. So far several fantastic dancers have been interested, and I'm getting interest from some of the pros that I was hoping would join.

Starting the prosess I realized a lot of deadlines for aplications on funding were to today, so I've been working all week on getting everything ready to send it.

I made a picture dvd with photos of recent projects to send along with the aplications and cv's.
Here it is:

Now my head is spinning out of controll cuz I'm so overworked. I have to have a coffee-break.

See ya!

worlds apart

I was going to do a blog when I started thinking about a jars of clay song. So I ended up waching the youtube video remembering when I first discovered this song. (The title has a link to the video) I think I got this album at total random as far as I can remember. After getting it I went to my room where I sat on the floor pulling out the cover to read the lyrics (as I always do when I get a cd) I simply could not get past the first song. I kept playing it for days, if not weeks. To me it must be one of the most powerful songs I've ever heard. It somehow touched me, and still does whenever I hear it. I love this line "cuz what I need and what I believe are worlds apart"

This is me. I'm way too inpulsive sometimes, and totally get caught up in emotions and what I feel or believe (that I need) And so many times it's far from what I actually need.

I guess the term "worlds apart" has a different meaning to me than many, because I've lived in so many worlds. I've lived, loved and left. Always with the same feeling that I'm now worlds appart from that wich I so love and want to be a part of. It never gets easier either. I guess I'm the kind of person who falls easily in love. Everywhere I've lived I have ended up falling in love with the people, the atmosphere and the culture. One of my strong and weaks side I suppose. After going back home it always feels like a part of me is missing.

The blog I was going to write wasn't suppose to be about this song, but here you go. Listen to it and see what you think!

I'll do the other exciting "work neews blog" tomorrow I guess.

Tired, must sleep <3

inspired

I got the final "yes" I needed from my boss today to put into motion the idea that's been in my head for some time. I'm starting a dance company with base at Hauketo! The idea is that it will be a mix of profesionals and amateaurs who make this work together in an interesting mix. We're starting up after christmas so I've aldready set the audition date. Now I need to work on getting sponsors, funding, jobs, events and other stuff together.....guess I've got my work cut out for me.

gotta go...work

circus mind

Little Wing- the corrs



I just found out something that I thought was pretty cool. I was discussing some projects with my mum, and was telling her about how crazy my mind works sometimes. My head is just full of ideas, and I have the weirdest connections and associations. I know it can be pretty tiring for people around me and in particular my boss. I come into the office with not one idea at the time, but usually several. And a whole set of thoughts around the idea. And it's a neverending cycle it seems. After I started blogging in paricular, I wake up every day with something new on my mind. Be it a song that I have some ideas to work on, a project or some piece of choreography.



 I've heard it said by writers/songwriters that once they publish their work it's like they are free form that piece and open to see new ideas and start over. Maybe that's what's been happening with the blog. I write the thoughts down, so theres more room in my head for new ideas.

It's definately a circus up there at times. So much I can't always keep track. But it's pretty awesome it terms of my line of work. I usually don't have to spend much time looking for an idea for anything.

To the funny part discovered in the conversation. My mum's head is exactly like that too. So now I know where I got it from.

 I love the circus!

confessions at the ballet

One right and one wrong

Everything was beautiful at the ballet
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white
Everything was beautiful at the ballet
I was happy at the ballet

beautiful Maria

I have a confession to make. I'm training ballet without proper equipment. I do have an excuse if you want to hear it? As far as ballet slippers goes i must have had at least 20 pairs over the years. When I got out of school the once I had were pretty beat up so I trashed them. I got a couple of new pairs after a while but ended up taking mostely jazz classes so they got stuck at the bottom of the drawer. Finally I got rid of them all together.


After I started going to proda I've thought I should get some shoes, but I felt I had to earn the right to get some. I didn't want to vaste money yet again. After discussing the subject with my Maria, we've decided it's now about time. So next week I'm up for ballet shoe shopping again!

Where to buy ballet/dance shoes in Oslo:
Doda
La Dance
Lisbeth's dancewear

These are the once I can think of. Know of any other? Bying online from England is a cheeper alternative but you should go to a store to get the right size and type first.